Mysterious Revival-Chapter 692 - 659: Suppression by Three Parties

The Door Knocking Ghost was successfully lured over.

Although the plan deviated slightly, it was still carried out smoothly. After the appearance of the Door Knocking Ghost, Yang Jian instructed the Ghost Child to extinguish the Ghost Candle, ceasing to attract nearby ghosts.

But even though the candle was extinguished, the ghost had arrived—the danger had not dissipated.

An old man clad in a retro cheongsam, his body covered with corpse spots, walked towards them.

The first wave of confrontation between Yang Jian and the Ghost Child had already begun. The Ghost Hand, in collaboration with the decaying Dead Man's Head, exerted their suppressive force directly onto the Door Knocking Ghost.

"Will it be effective?"

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes opened wide. Although he did not use the Ghost Domain, he still fixed his gaze on the familiar and terrifying specter, observing the ensuing situation.

However, the next change made him feel somewhat startled.

The darkened palm that landed on the cheongsam-wearing old man now began to show corpse spots as well, then it decayed, and soon stopped moving and fell off, devoid of the strength to keep the Ghost Hand active. This was essentially a confrontation between ghosts, just like the way he had destroyed some Ghost Slaves earlier.

In this confrontation, Yang Jian's Ghost Hand was at a disadvantage.

The old man with corpse spots on his cheongsam continued to walk forward; his movements did not stop, and Yang Jian realized the situation seemed somewhat grim.

He quickly looked at the Dead Man's Head that the Ghost Child was holding.

The Dead Man's Head still stared ahead, with its eerie gaze fixed on the fierce ghost in front of it, showing no deviations. However, the outcome was not the old man being immobilized, but the level of decay on the Dead Man's Head worsening... no, it was continuing to decay.

"How could this be?"

Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly. Even though the Dead Man's Head was already decaying, because it belonged to a ghost, the rate of decay had not changed, remaining the same. But now, merely for suppressing the Door Knocking Ghost, the head that hadn't changed at all was starting to show signs of decay.

The decay was rapid.

In just a moment, the strange face on the head decayed to the point of peeling off, and a stench of rotting flesh began to fill the air.

"The first wave of suppression has completely failed. The situation is more severe than I thought. Now, I must initiate the second wave of suppression while this decaying Dead Man's Head is still of use, and for this, I need to make direct contact with the Door Knocking Ghost."

Yang Jian's expression was extraordinarily grave.

After a brief hesitation, he charged forward without retreat.

Heading straight for the Door Knocking Ghost.

The fear he faced back at No. 7 Middle School had to be confronted once again by Yang Jian. Even after so much experience, his heart was still uneasy and fearful. This corpse-spotted cheongsam-wearing old man had become his nightmare, always lingering deep in his mind and surfacing from time to time.

"No way, he's going to approach that ghost..." Nagase, who thought he had breathed a sigh of relief, saw Yang Jian actually charging towards the ghost coming his way on the street, and his face instantly changed.

Having read the files, he recognized this as the source of the Ghost Door Knocker incident, a truly despair-inducing ghost.

"Haha, Mister Yang, please, keep it up. I hope you succeed."

At that moment, Nagase smiled, his smile containing more despair than anything else, as if he had resigned himself to dying here and thus no longer cared.

With the floating Dead Man's Head, the swarming Ghost Slaves, the old man appearing... there were no incidents before because he hadn't been targeted yet.

But being targeted was only a matter of time.

Besides, Yang Jian's actions were not going smoothly.

The closer he got to the Door Knocking Ghost, the colder his surroundings felt. This chill was an illusion—it was the influence of the fearsome ghost, eroding his body with supernatural power. If it were an ordinary person, they would likely be dead by now.

But the Ghost Porcelain took effect.

Yang Jian felt his body being eroded by supernatural forces, yet that oppressive, suffocating sensation was counteracting the cold.

The Ghost Porcelain, placed in a small shop near the street, was swiftly changing color at this moment. A layer of dark shadow was encroaching on the porcelain as if paint soaked into it, and at the same time, inconspicuous lines began to appear on the surface of the porcelain.

If these lines were to expand, they would become cracks.

It's just not that apparent yet.

But Yang Jian hadn't actually made contact with the Door Knocking Ghost.

Soon.

Yang Jian was within five meters of the Door Knocking Ghost. A few steps forward and he could touch the ghost in front of him, and even though he was so close, the Door Knocking Ghost still showed no reaction. Its target was the Ghost Child because the Ghost Child had just lit the Ghost Candle, and until the Ghost Child was attacked, it would not change its target.

However, Yang Jian's gaze was now fixed on the pocket of the cheongsam the old man was wearing.

Retro cheongsams, according to the old styles, were unlikely to have pockets, but there was a pocket at the waist of this old man, and it was visibly bulging, clearly containing something. This detail had been overlooked by many, who wouldn't even consider the possibility of a ghost harboring a huge secret. After all, those who saw the Ghost Door Knocker were too preoccupied with escaping to dare take anything from a ghost.

"I'll take the chance. Even if it's not successful, the objective of this mission can still be met."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and quickened his pace to follow, circling to the back to make contact with the ghost before him, because from that direction it was easier to feel for the pocket on the ghost's body.

The darkened Ghost Hand reached out and grabbed the arm of the old man in front.

Gaunt, rigid, icy... even with Yang Jian's Ghost Hand making contact, at that moment he felt a shocking abnormality, as if he had touched a tiger's rear and was enveloped by a feeling of being about to be bitten back at any moment.

Danger, immense danger.

The ghost within him was sending out a warning, or perhaps it was Yang Jian's innate sense as a top ghost controller sensing the peril.

"Are you kidding me, still moving forward?"

However, Yang Jian soon felt that the old corpse in front of him showed no change in its movements, continuing to walk forward, which meant that the supernatural power he had stolen from the Ghost Coffin, which belonged to the Ghost Envoy, had no way of suppressing the Door Knocking Ghost, or perhaps inside the body of the Door Knocking Ghost there was more than one ghost...

With the source of the Ghost Hand's suppression failing, Yang Jian hesitated no longer. The Headless Ghost Shadow on the ground spread ahead, and as the fierce ghost walked forward, it stepped onto the Ghost Shadow.

The Ghost Shadow began to rapidly invade the fierce ghost in front, attempting to form a suppression.

At this moment.

The Ghost Hand, the continuously rotting Dead Man's Head, and the Headless Ghost Shadow – the abilities of three ferocious ghosts all focused on the Door Knocking Ghost.

This was the maximum extent of suppression Yang Jian could manage so far; if this didn't work, he would have to use his last resort... that rusty and odd Firewood Knife, which with one strike could dismember a ghost and reduce its Terror Level.

"Tap tap!"

The sound of footsteps disappeared at this moment, and it seemed that suppression had taken effect. The gaunt old man covered in corpse spots that Yang Jian was holding stopped.

"Opportunity."

Yang Jian dared not delay any further, and his other gloved hand stretched directly toward the ghost's pocket.

He would talk about securing the Door Knocking Ghost only after grabbing the item, depending on what would happen next.

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But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The old man who stopped moving did not lose the ability to move as a result.

In the next instant, a withered, waxen hand covered in corpse spots suddenly grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

The strength was unbelievably great, and Yang Jian's wrist made a crackling sound, though the noise was more like breaking porcelain than snapping bones.

In that conspicuous little shop by the roadside, the protective Ghost Porcelain safeguarding Yang Jian sat in the corner, and now an astonishing change appeared on it.

Cracks began to form on the wrist of the porcelain figure in human shape, and then more and more cracks appeared, until finally, with a pop, the porcelain figurine's wrist broke off, as did its hand, and it fell to the ground.

"Are you kidding me, it can still move?"

Yang Jian felt a chill trying to invade him and affect his body, but luckily, his ordinary hand was gloved with Gold material, which isolated the supernatural and made the situation slightly better.

But this strength... was weirdly unbelievable. Now his wrist had lost sensation, probably broken, and there might even be a comminuted fracture.

However, Yang Jian was not concerned about the injury to his body, as the Headless Ghost Shadow would piece it back together; if all else failed, he would find Huang Ziya for a recovery.

"Let the Headless Ghost Shadow take the item." Beads of cold sweat appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

Unable to break free from the withered, waxen old hand, he could only let the Headless Ghost Shadow continue its invasion, to take the item from the Door Knocking Ghost, and then he would open the Ghost Domain to make a forced escape.

But it seemed the situation was even more dangerous than he thought.

The old man who had stopped his movements started to turn his stiff head, slowly turning to look in Yang Jian's direction from behind.

The head was turning on the neck, seemingly about to turn toward Yang Jian.

But it didn't.

After the old man's head turned ninety degrees, it stopped. A profile of his face was now in front of Yang Jian, sparing him the horror of a sudden ghostly twist. Yang Jian saw clearly the gaunt face twitching slightly, as if forming a sinister smile, or as if it were a terrible omen of an incomprehensible ghastly revival.

"Hurry," he urged.

More cold sweat gathered on his forehead, but the Headless Ghost Shadow's action continued. At this time, any relaxation of the suppression could spell failure.

Although not fully suppressing the Door Knocking Ghost, Yang Jian was well aware that he had suppressed it by at least seventy percent, halting the ghost's murderous actions.

A tangible shadow in the form of a hand had stretched into the old man's pocket, but unfortunately, Yang Jian did not have the tactile sensation of a Ghost Shadow and could not feel what was inside. He could only hope that right after the Ghost Shadow took the item, it would immediately retreat.

At this moment, however.

There was an oversight on the Ghost Child's part – the rotting Dead Man's Head that had been held aloft slowly began to float...

The suppression associated with the Dead Man's Head had vanished.