Mysterious Revival-Chapter 730 - 697: Unusual Movement

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Yang Jian felt the unsettling calm around him and immediately realized that the ghost had stopped again.

This was the third time.

Although the forest was dense, it wasn't very large. The ghost had moved three times within this forest. Yang Jian had only seen the ghost's shadow during the second movement, then lost track of it. Now, he had no idea where the ghost had moved to.

One thing was certain—the ghost must have gotten very close, perhaps right beside someone.

"When the ghost attacks someone, I can start to move. There are four of us here including me, and the chances of me being the first one attacked are not high, so I can be a little bolder," thought Yang Jian to himself.

Three Ghost Eyes were already spying in the darkness.

These eyes could observe many things around but were still unable to see through the trees, which were affected by supernatural power, creating many blind spots.

Yang Jian didn't choose to stand still at this moment.

He began to move about, wandering around to confirm his surroundings and also to search for the ghost's position.

Because the ghost most likely had stopped moving, Yang Jian believed this was an opportunity to search.

However, just as he had started to take action,

At Zhou Lin and Zhao Li's location,

The ghost had already stood behind a tree, only about half a meter away from them. And during the brief calm, the most dangerous thing had already begun to happen.

In the dim shadows, it seemed as if an arm extended out, covered with soil and a putrid smell, like a body exhumed from Grave Soil. But a normal body wouldn't stand creepily in the middle of a forest.

Before even touching,

An abnormal smell was already permeating the air.

Zhou Lin was tense all over, pushed to the extreme. He couldn't maintain his composure in this dim environment where a ghost was lurking. In just a short moment, his body was soaked with cold sweat. Due to excessive tension or fear, his body began to shake uncontrollably.

But at that moment,

Zhou Lin felt as if he sensed something or perhaps was just overly sensitive due to his high-strung state—he smelled a chilly, putrid odor emerging beside him.

This odor hadn't been there before. He was sure of it, extremely sure, but now it appeared.

At this moment, a somewhat desperate thought flashed through his mind.

The ghost might be right beside him.

As this thought surfaced, Zhou Lin almost broke down. He didn't want to be so unlucky as to be the first one the ghost targeted. He had even fantasized that Yang Jian would be the one, since it was Yang Jian who had read that letter, making him very likely to be the first target.

However, just as this thought crossed Zhou Lin's mind, what happened next chilled him to the core.

A sudden coldness touched the back of his neck.

An unnaturally cold something touched his skin, which definitely wasn't leaves or branches falling from above, nor a drop of cold sweat. The sensation was like... a few fingers.

Was the ghost right behind him?

Suddenly, like a tightly coiled spring, Zhou Lin leaped up, letting out a terrified shout, and without hesitation, fired a shot into a shadowy area behind him.

"Bang!"

The sound of the gun rang out, the last special bullet made from bone in his old-fashioned pistol was fired.

However, the shot was in vain.

Several pieces of bark exploded from a tree in the shadows, wood chips flew, and a pale piece of bone lodged in the middle of the tree.

The woman named Zhao Li was almost scared enough to jump, asking in fear, "What, what happened? Did you hit it?"

There was no doubt that Zhou Lin must have seen the ghost to fire so suddenly.

"No, I don't think I hit it, it's over," Zhou Lin said with a deathly pallor, utterly despairing.

With his weapon now useless and unable to fend off the ghost, the next time he would be certainly doomed, as he had nothing left to fight the fierce ghost with.

"What are you kidding, you didn't hit it at that close range?" Zhao Li cried out, sounding rather angry, but beneath the anger was deep-seated fear.

Zhou Lin, trembling, said, "I, I just felt like the ghost might have been behind me, that's why I had no choice but to fire..."

He wanted to explain, but he couldn't continue.

Because at that moment, explanations were useless. He had missed, and the situation was about to get even worse than before.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Yang Jian heard the gunshot and immediately turned to look in that direction. His view obstructed, he took a couple of steps forward and quickly located the two people.

"A ghost appeared beside them? That shot was definitely not aimed at a living person," he thought.

"Strange, they're unharmed. They haven't been killed by the ghost."

Yang Jian frowned, seeing the two people still standing there, tense and frightened, alive and well, not dead by the ghost's hand as he had imagined.

Could it be that the ghost brought by the letter wasn't too keen on killing?

"Let's get closer and take a look,"

Yang Jian was bolder in his actions now, because he could determine that the ghost was definitely not at his side, so there was no need to be so cautious.

However, as he approached, perhaps due to the noise and movement of his walking, he immediately attracted the attention of Zhou Lin and Zhao Li.

"Who's there? Who's over there?" Zhao Li asked with a piercing scream.

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The dim forest enshrouded her vision, and she could see nothing except a blurry figure approaching rapidly from this side without the slightest pause or hesitation. Yet, she dared not confirm whether it was a ghost or not, so she asked loudly.

Meanwhile, Zhou Lin, who had lost his last bit of reliance at this moment, was somewhat on the verge of collapse.

He no longer had the courage to stay here. Without saying a word, the noise of Yang Jian approaching made him turn and walk away.

"Huff! Huff!"

The eerie wind picked up again in the woods. Trees swayed, a rustling noise echoed, and an abnormal scent wafted through the air, drifting down from somewhere above once more.

At this moment.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The appearance of this signal meant that the ghost had started moving for the fourth time.

The previous movement had already caused Zhou Lin to fire his gun, evident that the ghost was already very close. Did this time mean that the ghost was going to reveal itself actively? Or would it attack other people only after this movement?

As he thought this,

One of Yang Jian's ghostly eyes penetrated the darkness and observed Zhou Lin turning to flee.

His pupils suddenly constricted.

For he saw lying behind the man, a corpse seemingly unearthed from grave soil, wearing outdated, filthy clothes, its face not clear from the front—but without a doubt... it was a ghost.

The ghost was on Zhou Lin.

Perhaps Yang Jian's scrutiny had alerted the ghost. The ghost, seemingly clinging to Zhou Lin's back, slowly turned its head, revealing a sinister profile.

Pale, similarly smeared with dirt, its eyes shut as though stuffed with mud or gouged out.

"What a joke, a ghost is sticking to him and he doesn't feel a thing?" Yang Jian watched the escaping Zhou Lin with both shock and fury.

Being so foolish and yet daring to get involved in supernatural events, he deserved to die if he did.

However, shocked and angry though he was,

Yang Jian was somewhat aware that the ghost's method of attack might be related to this. Although he could see it, the person in question probably couldn't sense it anymore.

Yet the escaping Zhou Lin didn't get very far.

He didn't even make it out of the woods before he stumbled and fell to the ground, lying motionless.

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened, and he quickly walked over; he didn't even use Ghost Domain.

At this distance, using Ghost Domain wasn't wise. Now that the ghost's location was confirmed, there was no need to be vigilant about other anomalies.

His ghostly eye kept a strict watch on Zhou Lin lying on the ground, to prevent the ghost from leaving abruptly.

Soon.

Yang Jian arrived. Throughout, he hadn't taken his eyes off Zhou Lin, but when he got there, the ghost that had been attached to the man was gone.

He disappeared without notice, even though just moments ago, the ghost seemed to still be there.

Unable to explain the phenomenon, Yang Jian encountered such a strange situation for the first time.

Staring at the person before him, he crouched down and checked the pulse on the neck.

The person... was dead.

The body was cold in just that moment, without any warmth left.

Zhou Lin had clearly been killed by a fierce ghost while escaping. As for how he was killed, it wasn't important at the moment.

"Wait, that's not right."

Yang Jian suddenly realized something and his instinct was to retract his hand.

But the next moment,

The corpse of Zhou Lin lying on the ground suddenly twisted its neck, revealing half of its profile smeared with dirt, resembling the ghost he'd just seen.

Had the ghost replaced this person? Or was it controlling him?

Before he could ponder further,

Zhou Lin lying on the ground raised his hand as if to grab Yang Jian.

No.

The action was not a grab but seemed more like a touch.

Yang Jian's pupils contracted, and Ghost Domain instantly activated. He vanished on the spot.

The ghost's attempt to touch failed, and the hand froze mid-air, motionless.

"If it's a ghost invading a living body, that would be terrifying," said Yang Jian, appearing five meters away, his expression grave. The situation just now was rather dangerous.

He even dared not use Ghost Hand to suppress the ghost before him.

Because if the ghost couldn't be suppressed and invaded his body, Yang Jian, a top ghost controller, would die instantly.

The reason was simple.

The balance of his own fierce spirits would be disrupted.

Yang Jian was clear on this, so he did not dare to be complacent.

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