Mysterious Revival

The scope of the Ghost Domain was now restricted to a single narrow pathway, and some powers had slipped out of Yang Jian’s control.

This red pathway extended along the asphalt road right up to the entrance of the villa.

At the end of this road, Yang Jian stood calmly, staring at Ye Feng at the other end.

Both were masters of two ghosts.

But in terms of ability, Yang Jian had to admit that he was slightly inferior, even if Wang Xiaoqiang didn’t use that withered finger to limit the power of his Ghost Domain, he was still no match for Ye Feng.

The shroud on his body protected him from the attacks of other fierce ghosts.

Ghost Shadow could not have any effect.

And what was most concerning was that there was a second ghost inside his body.

"You think you can outlast me in a war of attrition? You should have some understanding by now, this shroud I’m wearing protects me; even if the Ghost Rope revives, you’ll be the first to die," Ye Feng said, not daring to move forward.

Before him, ropes dangled and swayed.

Just a single touch, and one would be instantly entangled by the Ghost Rope.

Making his situation a dilemma of whether to advance or retreat.

"All talk," Yang Jian said with a cold face, "If I die, you’ll die too. Once I’m dead, the fierce ghosts will definitely revive. Have you no idea how many ghosts will be here then? Do you really think you’re Jesus incarnate, able to deal with so many ghosts?"

"You’re clear-headed to think like that. If I die here, you won’t live either," Ye Feng said with a frown.

Yang Jian replied, "You’re wrong there. If you die, I won’t die because I have this."

He pointed to a path on the ground covered by a red light. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"The ghost that comes out of your body, I will send away immediately, to some remote and uninhabited place. Then I will naturally be safe, but not you, you can’t leave the Ghost Domain."

The Ghost Domain was his advantage, not his weakness.

It was precisely because of this that Ye Feng and Wang Xiaoqiang had devised a targeted plan.

"Since you’re so confident, I’ll just wait it out with you and see what happens," Ye Feng said with arrogance, not showing any fear at all.

This courage did not come from recklessness, but from his confidence in the shroud he wore.

Few ghost masters could possess such a self-protecting ghost.

However, as he spoke, the dangling Ghost Ropes from the sky began to converge towards Ye Feng.

Similarly, another portion of the Ghost Rope drifted towards Yang Jian.

The situation was the same for both, no one was given any special treatment.

In front of fierce ghosts, all are equal.

The rough, worn ropes seemed as though they had hung somewhere for countless years, bearing a sense of profound historical weight.

Yet even so, these ropes hadn’t broken. Stained with marks resembling blood, they seemed to have been soaked in the blood and flesh of corpses, emitting a faint stench of decay.

These seeming ropes had no target, only drifting aimlessly with the wind.

But in reality, they had already surrounded the two men.

Suddenly.

A rope drifted over, leaving no space to dodge, and landed on Ye Feng’s shoulder.

According to the previous pattern, the next moment Ye Feng should have been bound around the neck and hoisted straight up from the ground, hanging to death in midair.

But a strange scene occurred.

The rope, as if blown by a chilly wind, slowly drifted off Ye Feng’s body again.

The other ropes that landed on him did the same.

"See, the shroud I wear keeps the other ghosts from attacking me. If we keep this up, you’re dead for sure," Ye Feng said with a hint of mockery.

Yang Jian said, "I told you before not to brag. If the shroud is so powerful, why don’t you fly into the sky and shit on my head? Controlling fierce ghosts comes with a price. While your shroud is killing you, it definitely also won’t allow other ghosts to kill you."

"Is that what you call protection?"

Ye Feng’s expression darkened.

As unpleasant as it was, Yang Jian’s analysis was correct.

The shroud was indeed killing him continuously.

The longer he wore the shroud, the more his body became like a corpse, a dead man.

Once his time was up, Ye Feng would die, and then he would resurrect, becoming a true ghost donned in the shroud.

"Don’t forget, I control two ghosts," Ye Feng said.

"I haven’t forgotten, but even two ghosts have their limits. It’s just the revival time is a bit longer. I think you’ve been controlling two ghosts for at least a month longer than me, if not more. So if we both wait it out, your chances of reviving are definitely higher than mine," Yang Jian said with a faint smile. "Youth, that’s my

biggest advantage."

"Besides, I also have this."

He suddenly pulled a candle wrapped in gold foil from his back pocket.

After he took it out, it was crimson like blood, emitting a strange, blood-like odor.

"Is this... a Ghost Candle?"

Ye Feng had become a necromancer longer than Yang Jian had, and likewise, he had access to more information than Yang Jian.

He immediately recognized the origin of this candle.

"You know? That’s good, saves me the trouble of explaining," Yang Jian said as he immediately lit the Ghost Candle.

The flame of the Ghost Candle emitted a sinister green color.

Under the light of this candle, the looming Ghost Ropes nearby were immediately swept away.

Inside the candlelight, not a single Ghost Rope could drift in.

"Indeed, after you came out from Huanggang Village, you must have made some shady deal with Professor Wang. That thing must have come from him," Ye Feng said in surprise and anger, losing his previous confidence.

He knew about the Ghost Candle.

A product of the laboratory.

It had a very powerful characteristic: once the Ghost Candle was lit, it would not be attacked by vengeful spirits until it completely burned out.

Not only other ghosts but even the spirits inside the body of a necromancer themselves would be suppressed.

"This Ghost Candle still has two-thirds left, and given the current rate of burning, it should last at least an hour," Yang Jian declared, "Can you last that long?"

"..." Ye Feng chose to remain silent.

However, as the two conversed, the surrounding Ghost Ropes still fluttered and landed on him.

But they were quickly swept away by the Ghost Cloth on his body.

Yet, this was only temporary.

More and more Ghost Ropes fell on him, one after another, endlessly.

His entire being was like sitting under a lush willow tree, letting the willow branches droop down and waft over him with the wind, swept away time and again, drifting back time and again.

The true power of ghosts has no limit.

But Ye Feng was human, and he had limits.

Soon.

The palms of his hands exposed outside of his shroud gradually lost their color, becoming pale, stiff, and this change was continuing to spread.

Once this change spread throughout his body, he would be a dead man, a true corpse.

However, under the shroud, something was wriggling, and viscous blood dripped down, drip, drip.

This change was delayed, not as rapid as one might expect.

But if this went on for an hour.

Ye Feng estimated... he would die from the revival of the vengeful spirits.

After all, using the power of the shroud non-stop for an hour was too stimulating.

"So what if you have a Ghost Candle?" After a long silence, Ye Feng, in a mix of conflict and jealousy, gritted his teeth and said.

Yang Jian replied, "Sorry, having a Ghost Candle is a big deal. Even if you control two ghosts, even if your shroud can protect you from being killed by other ghosts, even if you’re experienced, as long as I wish, I can still wear you down."

"You’re only smug for the moment. Once the Ghost Candle is used up, let’s see what you’ll do," Ye Feng said.

"That shroud of yours looks like it has high research value," Yang Jian said. "I think it should be worth a Ghost Candle."

"Damn it."

Ye Feng cursed in his heart.

He felt that if this continued, he really might die here.

He had to take the initiative.

Right then, he stood up, with a grim face, and forced his way through the Ghost Ropes in front of him, heading towards Yang Jian.

"In a hurry now? Come on then, can you make it over here?" Yang Jian said.

A distance of over a hundred meters.

Not too far, walking over wouldn’t take too much time.

It’s just that the Ghost Ropes on the road were dense and thick, and they could barely see each other clearly anymore.

"Once I catch you, you’re dead," Ye Feng said.

Yang Jian replied, "Yeah, yeah, I get it, but you better hurry up, don’t keep me waiting too long."

Damn~! This kid.

Ye Feng felt somewhat stifled, a sensation of having strength but nowhere to apply it, but there was no choice but to brace himself and go forward.

Ghost Ropes were everywhere here, and by now, he could not easily leave the Ghost Domain.