Mysterious Revival

"To perfectly control the Ghost Shadow, I need to make use of the Ghost Rope, and also the power of the Ghost Mirror."

"After all this nonsense, you have piqued my curiosity. So what is the method?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes.

The writing on the skin paper completely vanished, leaving behind only a line of bold black characters: Integrate the Ghost Shadow into your body and then hang yourself in front of the Ghost Mirror with the Ghost Rope.

Seeing this method emerge on the skin paper, Yang Jian couldn’t help but stagger back several steps in shock.

A nameless fear surged into his heart, chilling him to the bone, a coldness rushing in.

Integrate the Ghost Shadow into your body, and then hang yourself in front of the Ghost Mirror with the Ghost Rope?

A single sentence revealed three certain death outcomes. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Firstly, if the Ghost Shadow is fully integrated into the body, death is certain.

Once the Ghost Shadow is out of control, the body will immediately fall to pieces. It’s possible that one might even decapitate oneself while sleeping, which is why the Ghost Shadow has always been restricted to the outside of the body.

Hanging oneself with the Ghost Rope is the second certain death outcome.

The Ghost Rope has been resurrected. Once it ensnares anyone, death is certain—escaping is very difficult even for a ghost tamer. Not every ghost tamer has the same kind of shroud as Ye Feng, which can block the attacks of other vengeful spirits.

Standing in front of the Ghost Mirror.

That is even more impossible.

He remembered clearly the situation of his cousin, Shangguan Yun. Once the Ghost Mirror reflects you, it will leave behind your shadow, which is not actually you, but a ghost from inside the mirror transformed. This could be seen from Zhang Wei’s experience.

If one stands in front of the Ghost Mirror for an extended period.

Yang Jian would be trapped inside the mirror, replaced by a ghost that would emerge.

This is the third certain death outcome.

And yet, the skin paper was suggesting he do all of these at once.

This was essentially elaborate suicide.

If there was ever an award for the best way to die in this world, Yang Jian felt that with this strategy, no one could beat him; the trophy could comfortably rest on his grave.

However, more writing continued to appear on the skin paper.

"To perfectly control a ghost, the ghost must be resurrected. Committing suicide with the Ghost Rope will perfectly stimulate the complete resurrection of the Ghost Shadow. Even the Ghost Eyes inside my body cannot suppress it. Once the Ghost Shadow succeeds in resurrecting, it will completely seize my body.

This is a certain death outcome, but it’s also the prerequisite for perfectly controlling a ghost."

"The ghost inside the Ghost Mirror can switch me into the mirror, yet the power of the Ghost Mirror is useless against other ghosts. After I die, the fully resurrected Ghost Shadow will face a unique situation while I hang myself in front of the Ghost Mirror. The Ghost Shadow that controls my body will contest with the Ghost Mirror for my body."

"So who will win?"

"No one will win; in the end, the only winner will be me. When my head stretches out from the Ghost Mirror again, I will have resurrected. At the same time, the contest between the Ghost Mirror and the Ghost Shadow for my body will vanish, and I will have perfectly tamed the Ghost Shadow inside my body."

Seeing this terrifying and insane method, Yang Jian found it unbelievable yet damnably plausible.

It was like using the unique traits of ghosts to artificially create a logical loop.

The end result being both ghosts crashing, and Yang Jian, as the third party, becoming the ultimate winner.

"You’re a fucking genius. I can’t believe you actually came up with this method."

Yang Jian stared at the skin paper, feeling a mix of fear and an impulsive desire to try it.

If it really succeeded, his body would be thoroughly transformed into that of a ghost’s.

How could he not become incredibly formidable?

Yet, the next line on the skin paper darkened his expression: "Of course, there is a possibility of failure with this method. If I fail, I’ll simply hang dead from the ceiling, having executed an impeccable suicide. And no one would dare come to collect my corpse."

It’s not 100% successful.

If, during the clash of two ghosts, one doesn’t "crash" but instead overpowers the other,

then Yang Jian would die a horrible, horrible death.

It’s like a high-stakes gamble with one’s life.

This is no game where you can just restart if you fail; if this isn’t played right, a horde of vicious ghosts will be resurrected.

"This method is too horrifying. If it’s just to deal with Ye Feng, taking such a risk doesn’t seem worth it. I’d rather spend time wearing down that Ye Feng. There’s a chance of failure with hanging oneself, it’s too risky a move."

In the end, caution triumphed over impulsiveness.

Yang Jian tucked away the human skin parchment and resealed it in the golden box, then put it away properly.

He left the fifth floor with a pensive expression.

Before leaving, he glanced at the room where the Ghost Mirror was kept.

Although he didn’t immediately decide, the mad method revealed by the human skin parchment tonight had already been deeply imprinted in Yang Jian’s mind.

He wouldn’t make that decision now, but should he ever reach a certain dead end, Yang Jian would surely use this method to fight a desperate battle.

It’s just that, at the moment, the timing isn’t right.

"I can’t risk following the method on the human skin parchment. I’ve risked my life too many times; I can’t expect to be lucky enough to survive every time. It seems I still need to find a way to increase my own abilities."

With that thought, Yang Jian went back to his room to sleep.

But despite resting, he couldn’t fall asleep.

His physical condition didn’t permit him deep sleep, and now he didn’t really need it, as his normal bodily functions had long been disrupted.

The next day, however, Yang Jian received a call on his satellite-located phone.

It was from Zhao Jianguo.

The appointment for the person in charge of Dachang City had come through.

The man handling the matter was named Sun Yi, and he had asked Yang Jian to meet at a designated location. At the same time, Zhao Jianguo had revealed to him that, once the appointment was settled, all forces in Dachang City would support Yang Jian in the manhunt for Wang Xiaoqiang and Ye Feng.

"Perfect timing. It looks like Zhao Jianguo has made his choice," Yang Jian mused as he hung up the phone.

If Zhao Jianguo had chosen to stall for time, then without a doubt, he would be preparing to protect that Wang Xiaoqiang.

But he didn’t.

Because, from an official standpoint, Yang Jian’s contributions were evidently much greater than Wang Xiaoqiang’s.

Wang Xiaoqiang could only add to the chaos, whereas Yang Jian could solve the paranormal events for Dachang City.

If such a simple choice was made incorrectly, Yang Jian would definitely not have chosen to become an international ghost master.

"I’m going out for a bit."

After hanging up the phone, he grabbed his car keys and prepared to leave immediately.

"Where are you going? Take me with you, I’m really scared to be here alone."

Jiang Yan, dressed in a neat professional outfit that made her look efficient, rushed out and took Yang Jian’s hand with a coquettish tone.

"I’m dealing with a paranormal event, are you coming?" Yang Jian asked.

"I’m off to work, come back early, cutie pie, love you yo." Jiang Yan immediately let go of Yang Jian’s hand, waved goodbye, and left.