Mysterious Revival

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Yang Jian was already very clear about the effectiveness of the Ghost Candle.

Just as Wang Xiaoming said, once the Ghost Candle was lit, evil ghosts could not approach the area covered by its light, making it absolutely safe for humans.

But there was one very important thing to note.

The closer the proximity to a more terrifying ghost, the faster the Ghost Candle would burn. In special circumstances, a Ghost Candle could burn out in just a few minutes, or even in tens of seconds, greatly shortening the time of safety.

Previously, when Yang Jian faced the Door Knocking Ghost, the candle did not burn as rapidly.

But near that streetlight with the ghost.

The burning speed was now several times faster than that of the Door Knocking Ghost. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

And this signal only represented one thing: danger, extreme danger.

Yang Jian almost instinctively retreated,

After moving a considerable distance away,

The burning speed of the Ghost Candle noticeably decreased, and the flickering flame, which seemed like it could go out at any moment, returned to normal.

The feeling of crisis rapidly dissipated.

But the sense of crisis in Yang Jian’s heart did not diminish one bit.

He had always thought that it was just a Ghost Slave within the Ghost Domain, dangerous though it may be, it was insignificant to him now.

Thinking of Tong Qian’s reckless behavior before, Yang Jian couldn’t help but feel secretly relieved that his previous vigilance and caution had saved his life. Otherwise, this attempt to save someone might have cost him his own life.

"Does this mean that the level of this ghost is higher than that of the Door Knocking Ghost?"

"But that’s impossible. If the terror level of this ghost really were that high, then why would it appear within the Ghost Domain of the Door Knocking Ghost?"

Yang Jian’s gaze was uncertain as he watched from afar, looking at the ghost standing stiffly under the streetlight, its back to him.

Suddenly,

The lit streetlight made him understand what was going on.

This ghost was not within the Ghost Domain at all.

It had always been in the realm of reality.

That’s why the streetlight had not gone out and remained lit; the area around the ghost was not affected by the Ghost Domain.

Correspondingly,

If the ghost had not entered the Ghost Domain, it should not be able to see Yang Jian.

Could it be that the Ghost Domain of the Door Knocking Ghost had actually protected them, preventing any contact with this ghost?

"What on earth is happening in Dachang City lately, aside from the Door Knocking Ghost that I attracted, the other ghosts that have appeared have terror levels higher than one another. I thought it was just a minor specter, but it turned out to be a boss," said Yang Jian with a serious look, "Could there be something special about Dachang City? Or is it the same situation in other major cities?"

"Let’s not worry about that for now. To be on the safe side, if I see this ghost again, I’ll immediately distance myself, no questions asked."

He took a breath and calmed his emotions.

After all, it had been a false alarm.

The ghost under the streetlight had not made any dangerous moves.

He was safe.

Circling around this area and passing through a small alley, Yang Jian arrived at the other end of the Ghost Domain.

If he could not find Jiang Yan here, then he would have no choice but to give up.

And at this very moment,

In the reality outside the Ghost Domain,

Where Yang Jian had passed by the streetlight earlier,

Due to the blockade, several streets here were already devoid of people, and the surroundings were silent, with the shops temporarily closed.

But a person was sitting against the wall with his head slightly bowed, his face injured and dripping with foul-smelling blood. However, the psychological impact appeared even more severe than his physical injuries, and he seemed to emanate an aura of lifelessness.

"Now that I have nothing left but my life, why do you still cling to me and refuse to leave?" The person lifted his head slightly, looking towards the nearby streetlight.

The streetlight flickered as if there was a loose connection.

But in his eyes,

He saw a ghost standing under the streetlight.

A ghost that would never turn around to show its face or features.

And the person conversing with this ghost was none other than Zhao Kaiming.

He had survived and come out of the Ghost Domain alive, avoiding the fatal Ghost Door Knocker incident, but at a cost he was unwilling to bear.

"You refuse to leave because there’s something of mine you haven’t drained yet?" Zhao Kaiming had lost his previous bravado, only a cold and bitter smile remained.

"You really are an evil ghost. Because of you, I’ve lost so much. If you’re that terrifying, why don’t you just kill me?"

Zhao Kaiming looked at the special pistol he was holding in his hand.

Without a second thought, he put it to his temple and pulled the trigger.

He chose to commit suicide.

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But the gunshot did not sound.

The bullet had jammed.

Zhao Kaiming chambered another round and a golden bullet fell to the ground, then he continued to point the gun at his own head and pull the trigger.

Still jammed.

He ejected the round again and fired.

It jammed again.

An entire magazine of bullets was expended without firing a single shot.

"Fuck this," Zhao Kaiming said, his face twisted in fury, like a madman, he threw the handgun at the ghost under the street lamp.

The gun hit the ghost but caused no damage; it just fell to the ground.

This was not the first time something like this had happened.

He was unable to commit suicide.

Because the ghost lingering by his side wouldn’t allow it.

He had thought about pulling himself together, but reality kept knocking him down again and again, making him lose even more.

"You still don’t want me dead, huh? Fine, I’ll live. I will change all this. I’ll fight you ghosts once more and see whether you win or I do," he said.

Zhao Kaiming struggled to his feet, limping forward with his broken prosthesis.

As he was leaving, his cell phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello, is this Zhao Kaiming? Your dad just had an accident, you need to come back..." a relative’s voice came through the phone.

Zhao Kaiming seemed prepared, and calmly responded, "Uncle, I know. I’m tied up today. I’ll come back in a couple of days to take care of my dad’s funeral."

After finishing, he hung up the phone, but his face twisted even more fiercely.

He glanced back,

the ghost under the street lamp had disappeared without a trace.

At the moment he left alive.

Yang Jian was still in the Ghost Domain.

Riding his bicycle and lighting a Ghost Candle, he seemed to be leisurely strolling through the streets and alleys, but in reality, his Ghost Eye was wide open, vigilant of any movement around him, and also searching for Jiang Yan’s location.

Finally,

the Ghost Eye at the back of his head suddenly noticed a car parked next to a clothing store with its headlights persistently on.

It was a brand-new luxury car, and through its window, one could vaguely make out someone sitting in the driver’s seat.

However, among the rows of cars parked along the curb, this was not particularly noticeable.

"Found it?"

Yang Jian vaguely guessed that this was Jiang Yan’s car.

Because he had earlier told Jiang Yan to keep moving, not to turn off the engine and stop.

The purpose of this was to avoid Jiang Yan getting trapped in one place for too long, sitting like a sitting duck, while also leaving a signal for himself.

A vehicle constantly running would be much easier to distinguish.

However, she had still gotten confused.

The car had somehow been stopped by her without him knowing when.

And next to the car,

Yang Jian also saw a familiar person standing still.

It was his classmate... Qian Wanhao.

At this moment, Qian Wanhao had lost half of his head, his body had turned black and was rotting, emitting the stench of decay, but he was still wearing the same clothes as before.

As Yang Jian rode his bicycle closer, Qian Wanhao slowly raised his head and looked at him with eye sockets that were already rotted away.

"Turned into a Ghost Slave?" he frowned deeply.

Originally, back when they were at school, Qian Wanhao had the chance to leave alive with him and Zhang Wei, among others.

Unfortunately, he answered a phone call he shouldn’t have, and as a result, the Door Knocking Ghost found him.

"Since he’s a Ghost Slave, he’s not much of a threat, especially considering he’s almost completely rotted away," Yang Jian thought to himself.

As he approached,

the light from the Ghost Candle had already forcibly repelled Qian Wanhao.

Within the range covered by the candlelight, Qian Wanhao had to retreat and could not approach closer.

Yang Jian looked through the car window and saw that Jiang Yan was still maintaining the tense posture of driving, clearly lost in an illusion, not knowing how long she had been in that state.

"It’s me, open the car door,"

he made the call and told Jiang Yan directly through the phone.