Mysterious Revival-Chapter 697 - 664 Peril beneath the Calm

Three and a half hours had passed since the action at noon.

Yang Jian and the surviving Nagase, along with that Keiko, had taken a brief respite at the inn to calm their nerves and also to devise the next step of the action plan. As for the woman named Mishima, it had already been confirmed that she had... gone mad.

The reason was the immense mental strain she'd endured in a short span of time.

As for whether she could be cured or not, Yang Jian didn't care; it wasn't his responsibility.

In the quiet room.

Yang Jian sat motionless by himself, calmly observing the Ghost Child who was moving around the room.

The Ghost Child's whole body was wet, as if it had just taken a bath, its dark bluish skin looked exceedingly abnormal, and the funeral shroud it wore, though aged, was still intact.

Without the rotten Dead Man's Head in its hands, the Ghost Child seemed a bit unused to it, moving around more frequently than usual.

Yang Jian was constantly vigilant of the Ghost Child's condition; after all, it was a fierce ghost that could be fatal if it lost control.

"After my direct encounter with that old man earlier, I can be sure that there are at least three signs of ghosts reviving on that Door Knocking Ghost: livor mortis, Ghost Domain, and the knocking sound. If the old man had been a ghost tamer in his life, then it means he had at least controlled three fierce ghosts. Also, that black robe the old man wore seems to be out of the ordinary; my Ghost Hand struck it without causing any damage. Could it be another Ghost Cloth?"

He pondered, his gaze returning to the funeral shroud the Ghost Child wore.

"Suppressing a ghost of this level was somewhat forced given my condition at the time; I hadn't been as cautious as I should have, a bit overly confident."

"However, given the situation at that time, I made the best choice, something I do not regret, after all, to retrieve the coordinates inside the wooden box, it was inevitable to come into contact with the Door Knocking Ghost and face the danger once more."

Yang Jian thought to himself.

About half an hour later, Nagase's voice rang from outside, "Mister Yang, the items from President Mishima have been delivered to the designated location; we can start the operation at any time."

Whoosh.

At the sound, the Ghost Child hid away, finding refuge in the closet, but leaving a slim crack open, a pair of blood-red, eerie eyes peeking out.

The instinct to avoid the living was still there.

This indicated that the Ghost Child, after undergoing the paranormal event, was still in good condition, with no risk of losing control.

"I understand," Yang Jian's voice responded, and then he slowly stood up and walked out.

Nagase was already waiting at the door, his face somewhat tense, as he was to undertake the task of acting as bait this time; no one could be relaxed in such a situation.

"Mister Yang," Keiko said respectfully, bowing by his side.

"There's nothing left for you to do here, your mission is completed, you can go to Kobe City now," Yang Jian spoke.

"Then Keiko will wait here for Mister Yang's safe return," Keiko said in a very gentle tone.

"No need, after the matter is resolved I will likely leave directly by plane. You don't have to wait for me. I understand very clearly why President Mishima sent you; it was both a test and an act of ingratiation. But if you, as an ordinary person, want to live longer, it's best to stay as far away from the paranormal circle as possible," Yang Jian told her.

Keiko looked up at Yang Jian, wanting to say something, but before she could express it, Yang Jian had already turned and left.

"Nagase, it's time to go. If you survive this operation, you might consider working for my company," Yang Jian said.

He was making a move to recruit him.

Nagase laughed, "If that's possible, then I would be in Mister Yang's care in the future."

"Only those who survive are valuable; the dead are worth nothing," Yang Jian glanced at him, "Sometimes luck is also important, like for this operation, I was the one... So you have to perform exceptionally well as bait. If you can't manage that, then you won't have another chance."

"I understand that very well," Nagase replied.

If Yang Jian hadn't been part of this operation, Nagase would have died at that crossroad where the fierce ghost manifested during their first encounter.

Soon, the two men left the inn and headed towards Kobe City once more.

The Ghost Child followed them, creeping silently through the nearby streets, appearing now and then, asserting its presence, ensuring it was still nearby, never straying from the pack.

Meanwhile.

On the outskirts of Kobe City, an airport terminal.

President Mishima was here, closely following any developments in this paranormal event and ready to respond at any moment.

But inside this conference room, the squabble had only just died down.

The man named Ichiro had been driven out and was now venting his anger outside the airport, "Damn Mishima, this president is getting out of hand. He even had the gall to throw me out. It looks like it's time to teach him a lesson and let him know that the Exorcism Club isn't his to dictate alone."

"Go, tell that arrogant Tianye to come here. I have a favor to ask of him. Tell him to meet me in the carriage."

Suddenly, Ichiro spoke softly to one of his attendants by his side.

Immediately, the attendant hurried away.

Ichiro then returned to his own private car.

Soon after.

The Tianye who had almost had his head skewered by Yang Jian with chopsticks appeared with a gloomy face, and under guidance, he arrived at Ichiro's carriage.

"Mr. Tianye, I deeply regret what just happened at the airport. That Mishima has gone too far, bringing in such a formidable external assistance and no longer considering the core members of our Exorcism Club important. It's a national disgrace," Ichiro said directly and swiftly.

"The most infuriating thing is, Mishima's operation has clearly failed, yet he stubbornly trusts an outsider. I believe that if the mission is led by both Yamazaki and Mr. Tianye, the anomaly in Kobe City can be successfully resolved."

"So I plan to arrange a mission to enter Kobe City on my own initiative. I wonder if Mr. Tianye has the courage to take it on?"

Tianye immediately couldn't help but say, "Rest assured, Lord Ichiro. With me and the senior Yamazaki, this matter can definitely be resolved. President Mishima is a fool; he should never have trusted that bastard Yang Jian. Now that his operation has failed, this is our chance to show what we can do."

Tianye had previously been taught a lesson by Yang Jian, and he had a bellyful of fire.

Even though he had been suppressed, with Ichiro's words, his anger erupted once again.

"Very well, then I'll just go ahead and make a unilateral arrangement without going through Mishima," Ichiro said, smiling.

After discussing for a while longer.

Tianye left the carriage full of confidence.

Ichiro smiled and waved him off, clearly pleased with how the conversation went.

He didn't expect Tianye to succeed; all he needed was for the man to take a trip to Kobe City. If Yang Jian succeeded, Ichiro could take all the credit, as Yang Jian would leave after completing the task and would not dispute the narrative with Ichiro.

But if things failed, Mishima would be the one to roll, and Ichiro's reckless action would be seen as bold support.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Yang Jian had returned to Kobe City once again.

"We're here," Nagase, holding the cell phone that had been in Keiko's hands, arrived at the set location.

In the middle of the street, a large crate was placed. It had been air freighted in, beyond which lay an extremely dangerous area, where even planes could crash.

"They really spared no expense," Yang Jian remarked, eyeing the crate taller than a man and giving it a knock; it was immensely heavy.

The opening was at the top, a specific request.

"This must be the old man's extravagant coffin," Nagase said. "But it's so heavy, how do we move it? Would we need machinery?"

"No need to move it; right here is enough," Yang Jian's eyes concentrated.

Ghost Eye suddenly opened.

Ghost Domain spread out.

The next moment, the giant crate sank into the ground, leaving only an opening exposed. Should anyone walking by fall in and the cover close quickly, they'd be trapped alive inside.

Yang Jian couldn't influence such a heavy crate, but he could change the position of other things.

He then glanced over.

The nearby buildings were altered, a small room materialized in front of the trap with its door perfectly aligning with the opening of the crate.

"The knocking is a curse, not just a means of killing. You will draw the ghost over by listening to this recording inside," Yang Jian said coldly as he tossed his cell phone to Nagase.

Nagase took it with some panic, his face showing a hint of astonishment, "Could it be like this? A curse spread by recording, drawing the vengeful ghost here?"

Yang Jian didn't speak, as he wasn't afraid of this secret being known.

For after today, only either Nagase or the Door Knocking Ghost would exist. If the operation failed and Nagase died, no one would know the pattern of the Door Knocking Ghost. On the other hand, if Nagase lived and the Door Knocking Ghost was imprisoned, this murderous pattern would lose its value and could no longer attract vengeful ghosts.

"Let's start right away. It will take some time for the ghost to arrive, and it may not be effective immediately, so keep playing the recording. I will end this all before the Ghost Door Knocker comes to kill you," said Yang Jian.

"I entrust everything to Mister Yang then."

Nagase looked at the small room on the street, bit his teeth, took the mobile phone with the recording in it, and bravely walked in.

"Alright."

Yang Jian said calmly.

Immediately, Nagase walked into the oddly placed small room. He glanced around at the wooden walls that seemed shakily on the verge of collapse, like a small part cut from some house.

After sitting down, Nagase turned on the phone.

The play button for an audio file appeared before him.

He took a deep breath.

Nagase played the audio file.

"Thud, thud thud!"

Dull, oppressive, giving one an almost suffocating sensation, the sound of knocking emanated from the phone.

At that moment, the curse belonging to the Door Knocking Ghost was actively released.

Only Nagase was the listener.

Yang Jian, along with the Ghost Child, withdrew to a distance, not wanting to be affected by the sound and targeted by the Door Knocking Ghost.

"We're not yet covered by the Ghost Domain of the Door Knocking Ghost, so it's safe for the moment. Now, all I need to do is wait for the most dangerous moment to come."

He subconsciously touched the back of his hand.

Below the skin was the contoured shape of an eyeball.

There was a risk of failure: not being able to suppress the Ghost Domain of the Door Knocking Ghost with his own.

But conversely, if successful in suppression, he could pull the Door Knocking Ghost out of its Ghost Domain and into a trap.

Therefore, the previous suggestion made by Nagase was feasible, though still very challenging. After all, suppressing the Ghost Domain of a ghost is not something an ordinary person can do; most tamers cannot withstand it, especially given that it covers almost half the area of Kobe City.

"I hope the source of the Dead Man's Head balloon incident doesn't come to disturb us," Yang Jian frowned.

This was his biggest concern.

The ghost that had already obtained a piece of the Dead Man's Head puzzle might now pose a danger no less than that of the Door Knocking Ghost, perhaps even becoming more strange.

Yang Jian stood on the roof of a building, waiting quietly.

The Ghost Child hid in a dark room downstairs, tilting its head slightly, hiding behind the curtains. Its red eyes were peering at the small room in the middle of the road not far away.

"Thud, thud thud."

The eerie knocking sound continued to ring from the phone. Alone, Nagase sat in that small room, forcibly enduring fear and unease, actively bearing the curse.

He stared fixedly at the door in front of him,

For at any moment, an old man might come to that door to knock.

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If the door sounded, he would undoubtedly die.

Even the top ghost tamers might not be able to withstand such a terrible assault by a vengeful ghost.

"Only one chance, truly a dreadful task," Nagase sighed, looking somewhat disheartened.

His head bowed, the skin on his face began to peel off in chunks, revealing the hideous flesh underneath.

In haste.

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Nagase picked up the fallen flesh and stuck it back onto his body, making himself look like a normal person pieced together—apparently a spirited and somewhat handsome high school student. But in reality, his body was already in a terrible state.

He resembled a malevolent ghost more than a living human.

"The erosion is getting worse. Is it the aftermath of the last operation?" Nagase was far from comfortable, yet he still managed to smile.

Wrinkling the skin can increase stickiness and prevent the flesh from falling off so easily.

But even if it did fall off, it wasn't a big deal—he could just pick it up and stick it back on.

However, as the revival of the malevolent ghost intensified, his body became more prone to falling apart. If this continued, he would soon become a rotting, flaking corpse, impossible to piece together ever again.

"Thud, thud, thud."

The knocking sound by his ear didn't stop, and it was still playing on his phone.

Enduring the ghost's curse required tremendous courage, not to mention the mental torment during this time was lethal. Keiko, the woman named Mishima, went mad from sensing the ghost's presence.

As time ticked away bit by bit.

The dreadful strangeness was bound to arrive as scheduled.

The sky nearby gradually darkened, a cold chill crept over, and a putrid smell of corpses began to waft through the air.

The Door Knocking Ghost's Ghost Domain was moving, now heading this way.

But the Ghost Domain was too large; the real ghost had not yet approached. Nevertheless, its effects were already manifesting.

Soon.

The Ghost Domain covered the area as predicted.

At that moment, Yang Jian once again entered Kobe City, which was hiding countless horrors.

"Something's off."

However, he frowned deeply, sensing something strange.

The dim sky was too clean.

People who had previously floated in the air had disappeared without a trace; not a single one could be seen. It looked as if the Dead Man's Head balloon incident had been resolved.

Yet, in fact, Yang Jian believed that his horrifying conjecture might have come true.

The ghost had selected a suitable Dead Man's Head.

Perhaps all the other heads were no longer important and were discarded.

Some terrifying ghost might have been nurtured into existence.

The current calmness felt like the tip of an iceberg, with real terror hidden and lying in wait.

"The rotting Dead Man's Head has indeed been snatched away." After searching around, Yang Jian still couldn't find a single head.

Even the most important head of the malevolent ghost had vanished.

"This isn't the time to think about this; let's try to deal with the Door Knocking Ghost first. Maybe without the Dead Man's Head balloon incident, it's actually a good thing for me. If the malevolent ghost has become more terrifying, it means the murder pattern may also have changed," he thought to himself.

About ten minutes later.

Yang Jian, spying from high above, saw a swath of even darker erosion approaching from afar; nearby walls began to rot, flake, and age. In the midst of that darkness, an old man in a black, retro-style long coat covered in death spots, with dead, empty eyes, walked slowly toward him.

Although he walked slowly, he approached quickly.

This was a strange phenomenon that only occurred within the Ghost Domain, where the nearby space was affected.

"I don't feel like letting you wander around anymore, old man—you're too dangerous. Let's end the experience from No. 7 Middle School right here; even though I don't know how you died, you've caused us a lot of trouble, so please lie down obediently in this coffin," Yang Jian murmured to himself, his own obstinacy also playing a part in this mission.

It was this dreadful old man that had destroyed his peaceful campus life and set him on the irreversible path of becoming a ghost controller, leaving him with only six surviving classmates.

If he didn't take care of this, Yang Jian figured he'd never be at peace for the rest of his life.

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