Mysterious Revival-Chapter 611 - 608 Blocking the Road

Chapter 611: Chapter 608 Blocking the Road

“Disappeared?”

Yang Jian, with one hand against the wall, slowly put down the rust-covered firewood knife in his hand, a look of disbelief on his face.

Just now, he had seen the source of the bloody handprints; it wasn’t an illusion…People killed by fierce ghosts seemed to have become part of the curse of the bloody handprints, covering the entire hallway, and these things were also attacking him.

Yang Jian immediately retaliated. He clearly remembered slicing through one of the ghosts’ arms.

At this moment.

All the ghosts in the hallway had vanished without a trace, and the bloody handprints on the walls had also faded away as if they had never appeared, all disappearing without a trace.

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The ghosts had retreated at that moment and showed no sign of reappearing.

“Is this the effect of this supernatural item?” Yang Jian looked down at the knife, more astonished than when he first obtained the Coffin Nail.

The Coffin Nail on the Hungry Ghost’s forehead could only pin down a ghost, rendering it completely immobile.

But this firewood knife in his hand could directly repel ghosts head-on, even dismember them, and the method of use was very simple, requiring contact with a medium.

Complete footprints, complete palm prints seemed to suffice, and as to whether there were other mediums that could trigger it, Yang Jian didn’t know yet; he had only used it once so far.

Soon.

Yang Jian seemed to have realized something and immediately put the rust-covered eerie firewood knife into the box that had contained the corpse wrapping cloth, and then covered it.

“Does using such a supernatural item bear a horrible curse like the Eight-Tone Music Box? Or does it require a huge price to pay?”

Not being swept away by the power of the supernatural item, Yang Jian began to check his own condition to make sure he hadn’t fallen under the curse of the firewood knife.

After a quick examination, Yang Jian felt that his body was very normal.

He was neither rotting like the tall corpse at his feet nor afflicted with a bizarre curse; his body was the same as before.

“Could it be that, like the Coffin Nail, it doesn’t require a price?” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted subtly, feeling somewhat incredulous.

If there were no price, then this eerie firewood knife would truly be terrifying.

“No, that’s not right. Although there is nothing abnormal with my body, this arm is different from before,” Yang Jian’s gaze moved to his arm that was connected to the Ghost Hand.

The arm was blackening, looking like a dead corpse; this arm had fused with a part of the Ghost Envoy’s flesh during the Ghost Envoy incident and had acquired some of the Ghost Envoy’s properties, having the capacity to suppress three ghosts.

But now.

Nearly half of the arm had turned white, with the blackness fading, seemingly having lost the capacity to suppress one ghost.

“Using this eerie firewood knife isn’t without cost, it’s just that the price was offset by my capacity to suppress one ghost…” Yang Jian felt a strong unease.

Because this price was significant to him.

This capacity to suppress three ghosts was key to maintaining a balance of the ghostly presence in his body. Now that he had lost one capacity, it meant he could only suppress two ghosts.

The Ghost Shadow was in a crashed state and did not require a capacity to suppress it.

But what about the Ghost Eye and the Ghost Hand?

For fear that the Ghost Shadow could not control these two ghosts, Yang Jian had always used two capacities to maintain balance, ensuring that these two ghosts would not revive.

It was precisely because of this that Yang Jian’s condition had always been good; if he didn’t stir trouble, they probably wouldn’t revive for a good ten years or more.

His complexion changing, Yang Jian quickly accepted this harsh reality.

“Do I need to pay the price of one ghost to use this firewood knife? Although I repelled the ghosts, the damage is mutual. The more terrible the attack the bloody handprints suffered, the more horrible the curse I have to bear; it’s just that part of the curse was offset by some of my Ghost Envoy traits.”

Yang Jian immediately recalled the vision of lighting the Ghost Candle when he had been attacked before.

Back then, a whole Ghost Candle had burned down almost instantaneously in the blink of an eye.

The situation then was strikingly similar to what was happening now.

The curse had been offset by a capacity to suppress a ghost.

The attack had been offset by a red Ghost Candle.

This was the price.

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“If I use up both of my remaining quotas to restrain ghosts, what will be the cost if I force this firewood knife into action? Will I die instantly?” Yang’s gaze flickered with indecision; he wanted to know the outcome, yet he dared not try.

But without trying, there would be no way to find a solution to the problem.

Guesswork alone won’t cut it.

“Forget it, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I have more important things to do right now.”

Yang’s gaze shifted away from his own forearm, which had turned mostly black.

The cancellation of the curse was permanent; it wasn’t as if the ghostly arm would recover after a while.

Yang had a vague feeling that this was probably the flaw Wang Xiaoming had spoken of. Lacking the true characteristics of a ghost, the arm would weaken as a result of injury and continuous use until the ability to suppress completely failed…

Since his Ghost Shadow had also been chopped, and it was already healing.

Ghost Shadow was a true ghost, while this arm, lacking certain Ghost Envoy characteristics, did not represent a real Ghost Envoy, so it wasn’t a true ghost.

It was like a Ghost Slave, which could be killed.

After pondering for a moment, Yang temporarily set aside his thoughts.

No matter what, he had now obtained the firewood knife and should return to Ping’an Tower to continue his fight against Fang Shiming. Without eliminating that guy, he couldn’t feel at ease.

Yang looked up at this incredibly eerie place.

“This place is too dangerous, this corridor shouldn’t exist. If another door were to open, ghosts might follow this passage to the Caesar Hotel. I need to seal this place off completely. But ordinary methods won’t be enough to block this passage, I need to use special measures.”

He had considered blocking it with gold, but he did not have enough time, nor did he have that much money on hand.

Finally, Yang’s gaze settled on the tall, rotting corpse at his feet.

The body, wrapped in a Corpse Wrapping Cloth, was practically acting as a door, almost completely blocking the corridor.

“Using this body to block the doorway, and because of the presence of the Corpse Wrapping Cloth, the Ghost Domain can also be sealed. The effect might match that of a gold door,” Yang thought this method could be feasible.

The Corpse Wrapping Cloth couldn’t be eroded, and with the ghost inside the body, these two things at the passage’s entrance should be sufficient to block other ghosts from entering or exiting.

Immediately.

Yang moved the body to the exit and stood it upright.

He looked at the remaining gaps around the corpse, then used Ghost Shadow to gather some nearby cement, prying off the hard concrete and patching it together like mud, fusing it with the body to form a seamless wall.

Just like that, Yang embedded the corpse into the cement wall, working meticulously to ensure it was sturdy and didn’t shake when kicked.

“This will have to do.”

Thinking to himself, Yang attempted to cover the cement wall with Ghost Domain, only to find it wouldn’t extend over it.

It worked.

As for future problems arising, Yang couldn’t worry so much; his life was nearly at stake, and doing this much was already showing great responsibility. Anyone else would likely just walk away without a care for the dangers within the corridor.

“Let’s go.”

Yang took several steps backward, not hesitating as his Ghost Domain spread, instantly covering the entire Caesar Hotel before heading towards the north of the city.

He disappeared in an instant.

Even though he was close to Dachang City, Yang merely glanced in its direction and did not go back but instead doubled back on his way to Ping’an Tower.

Fang Shiming had indeed escaped; he wasn’t inside Ping’an Tower.

But Yang didn’t mind; he needed to find Fang Shiming’s palm and fingerprints at Ping’an Tower to trigger the killing rule of the firewood knife.

This time, even if he had to use up another quota to suppress a ghost, he was determined to kill him.

The danger brought by the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box was greater than the risk of a fierce ghost reviving. If it were a fierce ghost’s revival, Yang had some emergency measures in mind to ensure his survival. But with the curse already out of control, he couldn’t worry about a fierce ghost’s return.

“Don’t disappoint me; I’m counting on one strike to finish Fang Shiming.”

This is what Yang thought to himself.