Mysterious Revival-Chapter 599 596 The Spread of the Dark Shadow

Jang Shangbai's bizarre feet were indeed special, as the Headless Ghost Shadow attacking him was forcefully stamped onto the ground, unable to move, only struggling instinctively, seemingly trying to escape from this terrible suppression.

The disparity between them was immediately apparent.

Yang Jian wasn't shocked. Instead, he found it to be expected. He knew that a ghost's abilities didn't have levels of strength or weakness, but depended on whether they countered the opponent, as well as the degree of their revival. Just like his Ghost Eye, at first, he didn't even have the Ghost Domain, but later he had the Ghost Domain, and eventually, his Ghost Eye evolved to the point where it could directly remove ghosts that weren't too terrifying. This type of change was unthinkable in the past.

And today.

Under the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, Yang Jian could ensure his own immortality, which meant he wasn't worried about the ghosts' revival anymore.

Under these circumstances, it would be a waste not to further explore and harness the ghosts' abilities, if he could survive the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, then he'd certainly advance further on the path of controlling ghosts than others.

"Yang Jian, I'm not as easy to deal with as you might think. My previous proposal still stands. Stop this now and let's call it off," Jang Shangbai shouted loudly, confidence returning as he stood on the Headless Ghost Shadow.

Negotiation requires leverage.

Earlier, he didn't receive a response from Yang Jian because he assumed all his people were picked off one by one, facing death, and thus lacked the qualification to negotiate.

Jang Shangbai now blocked the attack of the Ghost Eye, prevented the intrusion of the Ghost Hand, and even more so, had trodden the Headless Ghost Shadow underfoot. In his heart, he believed that he and Yang Jian were on equal footing; perhaps his own methods were a bit more fierce and terrifying, but with the Ghost Shroud on his side, he wouldn't be taken down easily.

The gap wasn't very large.

"Yang Jian, stop hiding. I know you're alive. If you were dead, it wouldn't be like this. Your repeated attacks have proven this is an act of revenge. A real ghost wouldn't just fixate on our circle of friends, right?"

Jang Shangbai followed the quivering Ghost Shadow with his gaze to where Yang Jian was standing.

The signal is clear, I know you're there.

"We may have made some mistakes, but there's nothing adults can't let go of. I, on behalf of our circle of friends, apologize to you. Moreover, you've caused enough trouble today, continuing this is pointless."

"Children need to apologize when they make mistakes, but adults have to pay the price." The next moment, Yang Jian's figure appeared; he was indeed standing on the other end of the Ghost Shadow.

A black shadow extended from under his feet all the way to Jang Shangbai's feet.

Seeing Yang Jian's intact complexion, and even an overly healthy skin tone, Jang Shangbai couldn't help but his eyes narrowed, finding it incredible.

Why was this guy controlling three ghosts, using the ghosts' abilities in succession, and yet not showing any signs of corruption? If this vitality continued, there wouldn't be a risk of ghosts' revival for tens of years, or even he could start dating, get married, and have children to play with.

An absolute anomaly within the paranormal community.

"Even if the ghosts' abilities don't vary in strength, if it really came down to a fight, I'm sure I would be the first to have a ghost revival," Jang Shangbai thought with a sinking feeling; he realized he couldn't afford this endurance battle with Yang Jian.

Three ghosts against three ghosts, certainly the person in worse condition would die first to a ghost's revival.

"Would sufficient compensation satisfy you?" Jang Shangbai attempted to negotiate, "Say what you will, I am still the captain of headquarters. Give me a chance."

He didn't want to die. After enduring so much and reaching this point, how could he resign himself to dying at the hands of a ghost controller?

Yang Jian looked at him and forced out a cold smile, "Do you think you can withstand my attacks by stepping on my shadow and relying on the Ghost Shroud I submitted to headquarters? The reason I'm willing to come out and talk to you is not that I want to negotiate but because I want you to die knowing why. Even without a ghost's revival, I could hands-on destroy your entire circle of friends."

"Don't try to scare me with your captain status. Before dawn, I am also a captain... But what does that matter? Your circle of friends gave me, their captain, no chances at all, saying to finish me off by six o'clock, so it was done by six o'clock."

"Now, I'm merely doing to you what you did to me before, playing it back on your own turf. Isn't that fair?"

Jang Shangbai's face darkened, "You were the one who struck first."

"Should I have waited for you to have me completely figured out before I acted? Even kids know that starting a fight first gives you the upper hand, do I need to explain this to you? I know you're trying to stall for time, was it a distress signal you sent out earlier? Indeed, people are on their way here, but it's useless. I can finish you off before they get here. If I time it just right, when they arrive at the bottom of the Ping'an Tower, they can just collect your body."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he pointed to the ground, "And during the time we've been talking, haven't you noticed something's wrong?"

Jang Shangbai suddenly looked down.

Beneath his feet, the black shadow he stepped on had unknowingly spread out, like a drop of thick ink falling on the surface of water, darkening everything around it.

The area expanded rapidly, and during the short conversation, the entire incomplete top floor was already covered by the black shadow. And that was not all—the black shadow started to rise from the ground, vaguely outlining shapes like bodies about to move.

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"The fierce ghost is resurrecting?" Jang Shangbai's heart quivered violently as he quickly glanced at Yang Jian.

Had this guy gone mad, using the power of a fierce ghost so recklessly? Wasn't he afraid of dying?

Or was it that Yang Jian had made up his mind to kill everyone in the friend group, no matter the cost?

There was no time to think further.

Although he had stepped on the shadow, he couldn't suppress such a vast expanse of darkness. The unstable feeling under his feet grew increasingly severe, and the cold sensation that hadn't invaded his body before was now surging up from below.

Suddenly.

Several black arms emerged from the depths of the dark ground, each arm with a black hand that tightly grasped Jang Shangbai's arms, legs, and neck, pulling him down into the ground bit by bit.

Jang Shangbai was sinking, about to be completely engulfed by the darkness beneath him, swallowed by the dreadful shadow.

"Yang Jian, we have no grudges or hatreds, why go to this extent?" he yelled out desperately, realizing he was losing.

Yang Jian didn't want to waste words on him. If Jang Shangbai hadn't been at Ping'an Tower that day, perhaps he wouldn't have gone out of his way to kill him and would have given the headquarters some respect. But today, he was there.

That meant he was involved in the attempts against him.

No grudges or hatreds?

He had some nerve saying that.

Did he really think Yang Jian was a three-year-old child, easily deceived?

"Isn't it better to just quietly disappear from this world?" Yang Jian walked over, an icy expression on his face as he directly reached out to grab Jang Shangbai's neck and pressed him to the ground.

The Headless Ghost Shadow was swallowing him too slowly; he couldn't wait.

This pressing action made Jang Shangbai utterly despair, realizing that the Ghost Shroud was not taking effect at this moment. The cold shadow instantly invaded his body.

And after that, every place it eroded, he lost all sensation.

It was as if his body was rapidly changing masters.

"Does this Yang Jian have hidden abilities? He can suppress my ghost... this is the power of the Ghost Envoy."

Jang Shangbai wanted to struggle, wanted to scream, but he could do nothing, watching helplessly as the Yang Family pressed him into the dark ghostly shadow, quickly submerged, devoured.

"It actually takes a full three quota slots to completely nullify the Ghost Shroud?" Yang Jian frowned as he looked at Jang Shangbai disappearing into the shadow.

He realized he had underestimated the Ghost Shroud.

Was it because it had been worn on a Hungry Ghost for a while, or was the Ghost Shroud itself so frightening, its full potential overlooked because he had been too weak before?

"It doesn't matter now; the Ghost Shroud is mine. The stronger the ability, the better. So far, this shroud is the best-controllable strange object I've come across, with side effects I can withstand," Yang Jian's gaze shifted subtly, uninterested in Jang Shangbai's other ghosts.

He only wanted to retrieve the Ghost Shroud that originally belonged to him.

As for whether he would use it himself or keep it as a backup, that was a decision for later.