Mysterious Revival

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In fact, the first ghost that He Tianxiong had managed to control was not this thing stepping on his shoulders but the thing that was gradually eroding his flesh all over his body. Back then, he watched as his body decayed bit by bit each day, while something not his own kept growing back. The days of being tormented yet unable to die were the nightmare of his life.

However, this curse-like affliction on his body was not entirely a bad thing.

He Tianxiong discovered a very bizarre situation: he could no longer die.

He jumped off a building, his head cracked open, and he was even sent to the crematorium. Yet, he woke up again at night. His cracked head miraculously healed, but the downside was there were more decayed spots on his body.

Besides that, He Tianxiong discovered another situation.

If he encountered a ghost, the ghost definitely wouldn't attack the rotten parts of his body. Even if he was attacked, he wouldn't suffer any damage.

However, this seemed to be of no use unless his entire body had rotted and regrown this death-like flesh.

But by that time, he would definitely be dead.

Nevertheless, after he had controlled his second ghost, the situation improved.

The ghost stepping on his shoulder had successfully slowed down the rotting of his body. He could clearly see that the flesh just below his shoulders was his own healthy flesh, and this erosion had retreated before the feet of the dead stepping on his shoulders.

In He Tianxiong's mind, as long as his head didn't rot, it didn't matter if his body did because consciousness was the most important.

"Can this body withstand the attack of that thing?" He Tianxiong looked at his body, no longer human-like, still without much confidence.

Unless the ghost on his shoulder stepped down.

But Yang Jian knew his own weakness: his ghost was now utterly useless.

Bang!

Another loud noise, the door caved in again, and the gap was no longer tightly closed. There was now an opening. His heavily-funded safe house had been breached in just two blows.

Through that cracked gap, a flickering black shadow gradually seeped in, and it was spreading further.

"It's Yang Jian's shadow," He Tianxiong's eyes narrowed.

He had read Yang Jian's file and knew that his shadow was a ghost. Although he wasn't clear about the specific details of this ghost, as long as it was a ghost, it was a huge threat to him.

"He doesn't even want to open the door; is he planning to kill me directly with this ghost shadow? This thing can't be killed." He Tianxiong's hand, which had somehow found a gun, could only helplessly put it down.

Not even showing his face, he was not giving me any chance to turn the tables.

This Yang Jian was cautious to this extent.

After the ghost shadow penetrated in, it gradually began to compress the space of the small room. With no Ghost Domain, He Tianxiong had nowhere to retreat, and could only watch helplessly as the eerie black shadow drew closer to him.

Soon.

His feet, with nowhere to stand, stepped onto the black shadow.

With just the contact, He Tianxiong felt a bone-chilling coldness seeping through his feet. He felt the black shadow was gradually invading his body. Just from the contact, his legs completely lost sensation and began to move beyond his control; his body was being rapidly taken over.

"Yang Jian, do you really have no intention of letting me go?"

He Tianxiong screamed in panic, "If I die, after the fierce ghost revives, you'll also be in trouble. We have no enmity; there's no need to fight to this extent."

As he spoke, he lost sensation in his waist, and only the empty cavity in his chest was not invaded yet—that was the abode of the second ghost inside his body. It seemed the ghost shadow met with resistance there.

But what made He Tianxiong tremble was that his legs below the waist started to move on their own, his body was being pulled apart bit by bit.

Not feeling any pain, but clearly, this was a sign of being dismembered.

"I said if you hold out for five minutes, I'll consider settling things with you. Now there are a few seconds left, but I believe this is enough time," Yang Jian's voice came from outside the door, and he himself had not shown his face yet.

At that moment, He Tianxiong felt an immense despair. He knew that if this continued, he would just be killed by Yang Jian bit by bit. Although death wouldn't come quickly, the outcome couldn't be changed, and he wouldn't even be given a chance to fight back.

This guy knew his situation crystal clear, dead to rights.

It was all because of those idiots on his social circle. If there hadn't been trouble there, even if he faced this Ghost Eye Yang Jian, he wouldn't have lost so miserably.

He Tianxiong, who had subdued his second ghost, was considered a notable figure in the circle, yet he died in such a suffocating manner.

He Tianxiong clenched his teeth as he looked at the ghost stepping on his shoulder, while his body was being dismembered, and yet the ghost remained motionless.

However, at that moment.

A vibration came from the private cell phone in his pocket.

"Hmm?"

Yang Jian frowned as he pulled out his phone and glanced at it. He hadn't wanted to take calls at that time, but he answered it anyway when he saw the caller ID.

"Hello. Is this Yang Jian?" A young girl's voice came over the phone, sounding restrained and somewhat hesitant.

"It's me. What's wrong, Miao Xiaoshan? Why are you calling me so late?" Yang Jian replied.

She was his classmate from junior high to high school, Miao Xiaoshan, who had been studying in the same city since the last college entrance examination.

"Are you busy right now?" Miao Xiaoshan asked softly over the phone.

Yang Jian glanced at the concave door in front of him: "Nothing much, just about to go to sleep."

"Although it's not quite appropriate to say this at this time, If you're free tonight, can you come to my school dormitory to check on something? A friend of mine in the same dorm has gone missing," Miao Xiaoshan said with a hint of nervousness in her tone.

Yang Jian said, "If someone has gone missing, you should report it to the police."

"I feel like it's not as simple as a regular disappearance. My intuition tells me it may have something to do with that 'thing,'" Miao Xiaoshan said in hushed tones.

"Do you think it's a supernatural event?" Yang Jian's tone was very calm; dealing with supernatural events had become part of his ordinary life.

Miao Xiaoshan said, "Yes, but I can't be sure, which is why I wanted you to come and have a look."

"When did your friend go missing, and has she been anywhere or done anything unusual before that?" Yang Jian asked.

The chances of a supernatural event occurring out of the blue were very slim; most had signs beforehand.

For example, the Ghost Door Knocker incident he had experienced before, as well as the Ghost Infant incident... It's just that people tend to unconsciously overlook these details.

"She went missing today, and I'm certain she never left the school. She visited the art gallery in the morning and then brought back a painting; after that, we don't know when she disappeared, and she didn't have her phone with her..." Miao Xiaoshan explained.

Art gallery, a painting?

Upon hearing these two words, Yang Jian's expression instantly changed.

"Stay away from that painting and find an open place to wait for me."

"I understand."

Upon hearing this reminder, Miao Xiaoshan's tone immediately revealed a hint of fear.

Having experienced the supernatural before, she could clearly discern from Yang Jian's words that the painting in the dorm, just a bed's space away from her, had issues.

Inside the room.

He Tianxiong also heard Yang Jian making the call and hastily said, "Yang Jian, the five minutes are up, you should keep your promise."

However, no one answered him from outside, all he heard was the hurried sound of footsteps moving away. Simultaneously, the Ghost Shadow that had invaded his body receded like the tide, slipping through the door crack and disappearing into the room.

It was quiet outside the door.

"Did he, did he give up on killing me?" He Tianxiong was nearly weakened, sitting on the ground gasping for air and feeling the sensation returning to his body with an indescribable sense of relief.

He knew it was not because Yang Jian couldn't kill him, nor was it a matter of time, but because of that phone call, the person on the other end of the line.

In Yang Jian's eyes, his life was not even as valuable as a single word from that caller.

"I never want to face this guy again. Now I understand Jang Shangbai's wariness of him a bit better," he thought to himself.

He Tianxiong felt his body trembling, facing Yang Jian was like facing a real ghost, powerful, despairing, giving no one any chance to resist. All one could do was to struggle, to flee, and to wait for death in despair.