Mysterious Revival: Starting by Controlling the Person-Hiding Ghost, Part 11

The supernatural power of the certain-death curse erupted in an instant, frantically eroding the Hunger Ghost.

"Looks like we arrived just in time, but the supernatural attack amplified by four layers of Ghost Domain this time wasn't quite strong enough. It won't take this thing down in one shot," Jiang Li said.

The hand gripping the Hunger Ghost's head still hadn't let go, but the supernatural power in that twisted ghost finger had been almost completely exhausted in an instant.

Sensing that the accumulated supernatural power was nearly spent, Jiang Li gave a violent swing of his arm and flung the Hunger Ghost away.

After falling into a landscaped strip, the Hunger Ghost quickly climbed back to its feet as though nothing had happened, except that a ghost infant was clenched between its teeth.

Not a flicker of emotion crossed its expressionless dead face, but a savage gash had appeared on its head.

Seeing this, Jiang Li understood at once.

Although the supernatural attack just now hadn't been enough to contain it outright, it had at least accomplished something: it had left a considerable wound on its head.

"Yang Jian, keep using your Ghost Domain to amplify my supernatural power. Start stacking directly from four layers of Ghost Domain. Only then will we have a chance to restrain the ghost."

"As you wish."

Thick, concentrated red light burst simultaneously from four Ghost Eyes, frantically enveloping Jiang Li and interacting once again with the supernatural power of the Person-Hiding Ghost.

Jiang Li's neck grew cold, and his entire figure flickered in and out of sight once more.

Before, he had only vaguely felt the ghost face on his neck moving. Now, he could feel the stirring of the fierce ghost inside his body with perfect clarity.

Something was writhing on his neck...

No, it could hardly even be called writhing. It was openly trying to burrow out of his body.

Jiang Li's face began to twitch involuntarily.

He even suspected that if he turned his head slightly, he would once again find himself staring into the ghost face emerging from his neck.

An even denser aura of death gradually flowed back into the ghost finger, gathering for the next certain-death supernatural attack.

"Keep stacking the supernatural power for now. I'll give it a try and see if I can deal with the Hunger Ghost before this bar of soap is completely used up."

With that, Yang Jian charged straight at the Hunger Ghost at the source.

The supernatural power of four layers of Ghost Domain was so strong that it could even contend with the Hunger Ghost's livid blue-black Ghost Domain. On top of that, the Corpse Oil Soap's suppression of fierce ghost revival gave Yang Jian an unprecedented sense of ease.

"It seems a change in quantity has produced a change in quality. The Ghost Domain opened with four layers of Ghost Eyes is completely different from one layer. Maybe I can use four layers of Ghost Domain to do things I couldn't do before," Yang Jian mused. "Like this."

A sweep of red light flashed past.

The countless ghost infants and ghost children wandering around the campus offered no resistance. In an instant, they were all transferred away by the three-layer Ghost Domain, leaving the campus empty.

Even Yang Jian himself had no idea where the Ghost Domain had sent them. He only knew that they probably could never return to this world.

However, when all the ghost infants on campus disappeared,

a figure sitting at the foot of the stairs raised its head.

It seemed to have shut out the red light's erosion and remained entirely unaffected. Now it rose to its feet and walked slowly toward the school gate.

"Zhao Kaiming?"

"You actually dare show yourself? Want another taste of what death feels like?" Yang Jian said, his face dark.

"Can't be helped. After all, didn't you say I was just a puppet?"

Zhao Kaiming spread his hands in a show of helplessness. His facial muscles twitched, but the smile he revealed was numb and stiff.

"At first, it thought the Hunger Ghost wasn't complete enough and wanted to wait until you'd been eaten before reviving through it. But then you covered yourself in a layer of dead people's grease, and it couldn't quite see through you anymore."

"I was going to go on strike, but you just had to shine your light on me and expose me. Now I have no choice but to join the Hunger Ghost in killing you here."

Seeing the Hunger Ghost and Zhao Kaiming slowly closing in from opposite sides, Yang Jian suddenly drew a gold handgun and fired wildly at Zhao Kaiming's legs.

Zhao Kaiming's legs immediately buckled. He staggered forward a few steps and fell to his knees, but the next moment, the special bullets lodged in his legs were forced back out.

Zhao Kaiming casually brushed the dust off himself, stood up, and spoke stiffly:

"Yang Jian, you really are much more formidable than I thought, but to be honest, you haven't made me feel all that threatened. In my view, the guy who's been hiding in the shadows all along might be the real threat."

"But for some reason, the thing on me is especially wary of you. To be precise, it's wary of something on you. I don't know exactly what it is either."

Yang Jian froze for a moment, then realized he was talking about the Human Skin Paper.

Seeing that Yang Jian seemed to understand, Zhao Kaiming smiled, his smile full of coldness.

He pointed a finger at his own head and said:

"If you really have the ability, then shoot here. Better yet, kill me outright."

"If you can't, then die here. It's very interested in the Ghost Eyes on you."

The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Kaiming vanished from where he stood and appeared in front of Yang Jian at an incredible speed.

Yang Jian raised his leg and kicked hard, trying to put some distance between them again.

But Zhao Kaiming, having suffered from that move several times, clearly wasn't going to fall for it again. He dodged the kick sideways, then seized Yang Jian's leg.

"That ghost has really been generous to you. It even boosted your physical strength," Yang Jian said quietly, already prepared to lose a leg.

Dense red light shone down relentlessly, but it could not break through the ghost possessing Zhao Kaiming.

Zhao Kaiming gripped Yang Jian's leg tightly and pulled him toward himself with all his strength.

"Strange. It wanted to invade your body directly, but some kind of supernatural power blocked it... The source of that power is a bar of soap?"

Yang Jian didn't answer.

The towering Headless Ghost Shadow beneath him was silently spreading toward Zhao Kaiming's body. Once it succeeded, it could tear Zhao Kaiming limb from limb like taking apart a set of building blocks.

But after the Headless Ghost Shadow spread to a certain point, it suddenly stopped, unable to advance another inch.

"You've got to be kidding. The Headless Ghost Shadow couldn't even penetrate the leather shoes he's wearing?"

Yang Jian looked up in disbelief, and the Ghost Eyes on his face grew even more restless.

With the overlapping Ghost Eyes, he seemed to see a figure standing behind Zhao Kaiming.

It was nothing more than a blurry outline overall, and even its facial features weren't very clear.

But Yang Jian could feel it watching him.

Chapter 17: Mutual Destruction

"Zhao Kaiming, have you gone mad?!"

"Let go of Yang Jian, now!"

Seeing Zhao Kaiming suddenly attack Yang Jian and even intend to kill him, Zhang Han, who had intended to coast along, immediately lost his composure. Risking a fierce ghost revival on the spot, he rushed forward to stop Zhao Kaiming.

"Ah!"

After a piercing scream, a bloody hand tore through the flesh on Zhang Han's back that had only recently been stitched up and emerged.

The hand had only four fingers and looked quite withered, but its overall bone structure was at least twice as large as an ordinary person's.

As soon as the bloody arm emerged, it seized one of Zhao Kaiming's arms with such force that it nearly crushed the bones.

"Heh. Since you want my hand so badly, you can have it," Zhao Kaiming sneered.

The next moment, Zhao Kaiming's entire arm broke off without warning and went limp in the grasp of the ghost on Zhang Han, like a dead man's arm.

Caught off guard, Zhang Han lost his balance and fell backward.

At this moment, Zhang Han was covered in blood and seemed not to have the strength even to get back up. Only the bloody arm on his back continued groping wildly, trying to let more of its body emerge from Zhang Han's.

Though he had only one arm left, Zhao Kaiming showed no sign of panic. Holding Yang Jian in place with one hand, he said:

"Although supernatural power can't erode you for the time being, you probably can't avoid physical harm, can you?"

At that moment, the arm Zhang Han had carried away also flew back eerily and reattached itself to Zhao Kaiming.

"You took off one of my legs before, so surely it's understandable if I dig out a few of your eyes. I hope you won't mind."

As Zhao Kaiming spoke, he reached toward Yang Jian's eyes.

Suddenly,

Yang Jian gave a muffled groan, his brow furrowing deeply as though he were in tremendous pain.

All the Ghost Eyes on his face closed at once, and even the scarlet Ghost Domain around him vanished along with them.

The Hunger Ghost, which had been waiting outside the scarlet Ghost Domain, then moved slightly, but as though it had fallen silent, it made no further move for the time being.

Zhao Kaiming was greatly puzzled by the Ghost Eyes suddenly closing. As he remembered it, Yang Jian wasn't the kind of person to admit defeat and beg for mercy easily.

At that thought, Zhao Kaiming couldn't help asking:

"What does this mean? Are you finally getting scared?"

"No."

Yang Jian's face was deathly pale, but he remained utterly calm. There was even a faint smile on his face.

"The Ghost Eyes can't take it anymore. The stacking of someone's supernatural power has exceeded the limit the Ghost Eyes can withstand."

"Stacking supernatural power? What does that mean?" Zhao Kaiming asked, puzzled.

He vaguely sensed a trace of unease, and even the Wishing Ghost possessing him couldn't put him completely at ease.

Hearing this, Yang Jian, whose neck was being gripped, not only refrained from struggling, but smiled even more broadly.

"Want to know why?"

"Look behind you and you'll find out."

Hearing this, Zhao Kaiming tightened his grip on Yang Jian's neck while looking back, half doubtful.

"..."

"That rogue ghost controller again. What on earth is he doing?"

In Zhao Kaiming's field of vision, Jiang Li stood ramrod straight and stiff, his whole body giving off an eerie aura.

He simply stood there in silence, without moving.

But the more he did so, the more puzzled and wary Zhao Kaiming became.

As far as he could remember, this rogue ghost controller seemed to have revealed nothing about himself. He had never even stated outright what supernatural power he controlled.

Every time, this guy appeared somewhere for no apparent reason, then disappeared just as inexplicably.

What on earth is he trying to do?

Zhao Kaiming gritted his teeth, suddenly turned, and began shouting at the air beside him, gradually escalating into furious roars.

"Are you blind? Why aren't you giving me more supernatural power?!"

"Didn't I say long ago that he was the one we needed to watch most? How am I supposed to see the Ghost Domain here clearly if you don't give me supernatural power?"

"What are you if you won't listen to me? Who's going to revive you? Say something!"

Halfway through, Zhao Kaiming even threw Yang Jian aside, pulled out a handgun, and fired repeatedly at the empty space beside him.

Although the bullets hit nothing, Zhao Kaiming revealed a deranged smile, as though something really had given in to his demands.

The next moment, Zhao Kaiming abruptly turned his head and looked toward Jiang Li again.

This time, he finally saw clearly.