Mystical Revival: Starting by Controlling the Person-Hiding Ghost

But the next moment, something cold and heavy was shoved into his arms.

Chen Mo glanced down at it and immediately found himself unable to move. He stood rooted to the spot.

Shen Sheng, who had no idea what was going on, glared at him in a huff. She tugged hard on his sleeve and whispered:

"Chen, didn't you say that cave was too evil to enter? It's already swallowed several experienced people. Do you still want to drag me in there to die with you?!"

Although she had deliberately kept her voice down, almost everyone present heard what she had said.

He had clearly said that the thing inside had been dormant all along, yet other people had died in there-and more than one.

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at He Tianxiong with a little more caution.

The man hadn't told them everything. He had probably concealed more than a little crucial information, and if they ran into trouble, it could get people killed.

Jiang Li wasn't the only one who thought so, but no one exposed him.

After all, although the people present might ultimately have different goals, they all had business in that cave. They couldn't afford any unnecessary complications before entering. Whatever they had to say would have to wait until they had finished their business inside.

Faced with Shen Sheng, who still refused to budge, He Tianxiong said nothing. He simply called a waiter over, took another hefty gold bar and tucked it into her arms.

When Shen Sheng felt its cold surface, she froze for a moment. Then she looked down again in disbelief and secretly hefted it.

Finally, she swallowed and whispered:

"Do we have to go at night? Can't we go during the day?"

Chapter 51: He Tianxiong's Ghost

"We can only act at night. Otherwise, we won't be able to find that thing."

He Tianxiong spoke.

"I sent several teams into the cave to investigate before, but strangely, as soon as anyone entered, every communication device lost its signal."

"The people who came back alive didn't bring back any useful information, and the people who died in the cave all went in at night. So I'm guessing that thing can only be found at night."

"..."

A messenger named Sun Xin stood up with a dark expression and addressed He Tianxiong:

"Old He, didn't you say the thing inside was 'dead'? How can something dead move around and kill people? You're not selling me false information, are you?"

"How could I?" He Tianxiong spread his hands. "There's no possibility my information is wrong. As for why those people died inside, I'm just as puzzled. Otherwise, I wouldn't be going into the cave with you."

"Whatever else you say, I, He Tianxiong, am at least a prominent figure in the supernatural circle. Even if you have doubts, you could at least give me some face and sit down so we can talk properly."

Sun Xin hesitated for a moment, then silently sat back down.

Seeing this, Daoist Priest Simu and Master Huijue breathed sighs of relief. After all, they didn't want to see a dispute break out.

Just as everyone thought the dispute was over, Liu Qingqing suddenly turned around, clicked her tongue and said coldly:

"A mere shriveled old eggplant dares call himself a somebody? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze.

The next moment, Daoist Priest Simu sprayed the minced meat in his mouth all over Master Huijue's face. The latter hurriedly dabbed tissues in tea and wiped his cheeks and bald head.

He Tianxiong slowly turned his head, fixing Liu Qingqing with an icy stare.

"Miss, what was it you just said? I didn't quite catch it. Could you say it again?"

Liu Qingqing sneered, crossed her legs and spoke again:

"I said you're a useless, shriveled old eggplant. What if I say it again? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Don't think having a little money gives you the right to disgust people however you please. You think I didn't see? You shoved a gold bar into that woman's hand to force her to stay, and now you keep going on about your face. You're a whore trying to put up a chastity arch. Calling you an old eggplant is paying you a compliment."

"Good, good, good."

At the height of his anger, He Tianxiong laughed instead. Clapping and laughing loudly, he approached Liu Qingqing, his slightly hoarse laughter grating harshly in the quiet banquet hall.

"I've been in the supernatural circle for so long, and this is the first time anyone's dared speak to me like that. You've got guts."

Seeing that the atmosphere had turned ugly, Guo You and Sun Xin immediately stepped in front of Liu Qingqing, looking as though they were facing a formidable enemy.

"He Tianxiong, she's one of ours. You'd better think carefully before you make a move. Three against one, you won't have the advantage."

He Tianxiong stood before them, stunned for a moment. Then he smiled.

"Really? Well, isn't that wonderful."

With that, before everyone's eyes, he stepped onto a chair and climbed onto the dining table, carrying himself like a sovereign looking down on the world.

Liu Qingqing immediately frowned and looked at He Tianxiong.

"What's this old eggplant doing?"

Although she didn't understand why He Tianxiong was doing this, she distinctly sensed danger.

Even so, she still made no move, continuing to watch He Tianxiong coldly.

Jiang Li understood his intention at once. He turned and quietly warned the other four, "Don't look at him. You'll die if you do."

"You'll die if you look? Is it really that sinister?"

Daoist Priest Simu frowned and was about to open his eyes wide for a proper look, but Master Huijue, sitting beside him, covered his eyes.

"See no evil."

The next moment, He Tianxiong let out a long breath, a relaxed smile appearing on his face. The indentations on his shoulders also became noticeably shallower.

Ever since he became a ghost controller, an invisible malicious ghost had stood on his shoulders and never climbed down, as though using him as a stepping stone.

At the same time, He Tianxiong had no choice but to support the ghost with his own body. If both its feet touched the ground, something terrifying would happen.

And now, the ghost that did not exist in reality stepped down from his shoulders. A pair of shriveled feet covered in livor mortis faintly appeared on the dining table.

Its pattern of behavior was clear.

Kill anyone who looked upward.

Liu Qingqing felt an icy breeze brush over her head, and a chill spread through her body.

"A ghost...?"

Liu Qingqing's entire body stiffened. Her head tilted upward beyond her control, forcing her to stare directly above the dining table.

There had originally been nothing there.

But under her gaze, something terrifying gradually became clear.

"Liu Qingqing? Damn it, He Tianxiong launched a malicious ghost's attack without us noticing," Sun Xin said quietly.

"That malicious ghost's attack seems to be targeting Liu Qingqing alone. We can't stop it," Guo You said, his eyes lowered. "Kill He Tianxiong. Then the malicious ghost will be out of control, and it won't attack Liu Qingqing alone."

Hearing this, He Tianxiong shook his head and calmly stepped down from the table.

"You think you can kill me whenever you want? I brought a helper today too. Now it's two against two, and both my helper and I are ghost controllers who have taken control of two ghosts. You'd better both have taken control of two malicious ghosts as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Li understood what he meant. Silently, he loosened up his joints and walked over. A strange aura emanated from his shoulder, making his meaning all too clear.

After all, he had already chosen to join the Friend Circle. He had to understand the basics of choosing a side.

Guo You and Sun Xin exchanged a glance and immediately grew hesitant.

Seeing the two of them begin to waver, He Tianxiong spoke.

"You and that foul-mouthed woman are merely cooperating. There's no need to sacrifice too much for her. Even if she dies, I'll give you my full support and make sure your mission goes smoothly, so there's no need to sacrifice too much for someone who isn't worth it."

Sun Xin and Guo You fell silent, then turned to look back.

Liu Qingqing was still sitting in her seat, making no other move.

But in an instant, her pupils suddenly contracted, as though she had seen something terrifying.

The lower half of a ghost's body had appeared in her field of vision. In addition to the feet covered in livor mortis, a section of an old, pitch-black trouser leg appeared before her. It was not the style of clothing worn in this era, but looked more like something from decades ago.

Those feet approached with stiff steps, walking unhurriedly toward Liu Qingqing's face.

When the faint stench of a corpse became clearly perceptible, Liu Qingqing's head abruptly tipped backward, her expression filled with shock and pain. Even her chair began to creak under the strain.

He Tianxiong himself watched the scene with great interest, a smile on his face.

As the controller of that malicious ghost, he could see exactly what was happening before him.

His ghost was now standing on Liu Qingqing's face, its two pitch-black soles completely covering it.

Chapter 52: The Daoist Priest and the Master

"It looks like your companion is about to die. From here on, you should listen to me and my people about what to do next."

He Tianxiong seemed certain that Liu Qingqing had no chance of surviving. He began instructing the waiter outside, who was already scared out of his wits, to bring him his plan so he could explain the relevant arrangements for what came next.

But Jiang Li's gaze remained fixed on Liu Qingqing. He never looked away.

That was because the brightly colored qipao she wore was fading, its color steadily draining away.

Although the fading was not very noticeable yet, if it continued, the qipao would sooner or later lose all its color.

When that happened, it would probably be the day Liu Qingqing died.

For now, however, the qipao was more than capable of resisting He Tianxiong's ghost's attack.

She was already gradually recovering. Even her eyes, which had rolled back moments ago, had returned to normal, though her face bore a deep resentment.

Liu Qingqing certainly wouldn't die here, but what would she do once she recovered? Fight He Tianxiong to the death?

Given her temperament, she would probably do something like that. When the time came, it would be hard to stop her. He would probably have to play it by ear.

Jiang Li sat down beside Daoist Priest Simu and reached for something to eat, but after fumbling around for a while, he came up empty-handed.

"Hm?"

He turned to look and only then discovered that every scrap of food on this part of the table had been eaten.

In the seat beside him, Daoist Priest Simu stroked his slightly bulging belly in satisfaction and said smugly:

"You old bald donkey, that's what you get for covering my eyes. Now look-even the vegetarian dishes are gone, never mind the meat. I ate them all for you."

Master Huijue was clearly furious, the white eyebrows on his face twitching. He sat cross-legged beside him, muttering something under his breath.

Jiang Li raised an eyebrow and silently labeled the two of them goofballs in his heart.

He had not intended to pay them any more attention, but what Master Huijue pulled from the cloth bag beside him next made Jiang Li pause.

It seemed to be... a wooden fish?

It was a very unusual wooden fish. It looked old, its surface coated in mottled dark-red lacquer, like dried blood.

Jiang Li sensed something akin to a malicious ghost from it. It was the distinctive aura of the supernatural, giving him a deeply eerie, ominous feeling.

It was quite rare for such an aura to come from something a monk used. But when he thought of the Coffin Nail at Hongfa Temple that could nail a malicious ghost to death, it all seemed to make sense.

"Master, may I ask what this wooden fish is used for?"

Jiang Li asked politely.

Master Huijue turned his head, the two tufts of white eyebrow on his face rising with it.

"Young master, are you interested in the things we monks use? This is a wooden fish. Whenever this old monk has nothing to do, I tap it. Now you ask me what it's used for, so naturally I'll tell you it's used for tapping."

With that, Master Huijue cackled, like an old rascal who had gotten his way.