Mysterious Awakening

A white Ghost Candle flickered with a tiny black flame.

The surrounding darkness was dim and cold, emitting an eerie and ominous aura everywhere.

It had been over a minute since they lit the Ghost Candle.

But the ghost had still not appeared.

This situation made Yang Jian feel vaguely uneasy; he worried that the Ghost Candle was no longer capable of attracting the ghost over.

Or perhaps the Ghost Candle itself possessed some of the "ghost’s" characteristics and, faced with a ghost that kills those who are alone, its attractivness was not enough to overcome the rules of the ghost?

If that were the case, then his plan would have been a failure.

"Let’s wait a bit longer, if the ghost still doesn’t appear within three minutes, then the situation will have completely spiraled out of control," Yang Jian’s heart rose in apprehension. At this moment, his worry was not about the ghost appearing, but about the ghost not appearing.

If the ghost didn’t appear, it would mean that the Ghost Candle was ineffective and the other trainers scattered around the base would soon all be killed.

Once the others were dead, it would be their turn next, and by then, they would have no chance of survival whatsoever.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

The five people gathered together did not say a word at this moment, and the silence around them was almost terrifying. They could only hear each other’s heavy, anxious breathing.

The darkness surrounding them isolated them from the outside world; all of them were aware that there was no help coming, and they could only try to save themselves.

"Huff!"

Suddenly.

At that moment, it was as if a faint wind had blown around them, but instead of feeling the wind, the white Ghost Candle in the center began to flicker restlessly.

The flame shook violently, reflecting on the people and casting their shadows waveringly.

Unknowingly, their field of vision was greatly compressed, as a thick darkness surged in from all sides like a tide.

The black flame jumped more fiercely.

"Yang Jian..."

A trembling voice suddenly rang out beside him, as if asking and at the same time reminding.

"I know. The ghost is here, the Ghost Candle worked," Yang Jian spoke with an unusual gravity, fully aware of the abnormal surroundings, much like the experience he had had in Huanggang Village. ℟áΝοβЁṧ

After the ghost was drawn over, this first encounter was very perilous, as he wasn’t certain how many others this ghost could suppress right now.

Perhaps they were still safe, or perhaps they were already isolated.

He took a deep breath.

Suppressing the unease and tension within, Yang Jian made all the preparations he could.

The others were shaking with nervousness, doing nothing, saying nothing, for in the face of this ghost they might as well have been ordinary people. Their only function was to gather together and increase the numbers.

Quickly.

The encroaching darkness consumed the group without any suspense.

The previously dim surroundings immediately lost all light, becoming as dark as the dorm building had been, where one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face.

Except for Yang Jian, everyone turned effectively blind, unable to see the slightest trace of their surroundings, relying only on feeling, on their ears to detect the immense terror lurking around them.

The range of Ghost Eyesight wasn’t wide either.

This ghost could suppress any other ghosts without fail, including Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain, but Ghost Eyes also had a unique vision.

It was the Ghost Eyesight, so even though he couldn’t use Ghost Domain, he could still see the surroundings clearly through Ghost Eyes.

"Still about five meters range?" Yang Jian closed his eyes decisively, shifting his focus to the vision of Ghost Eyes, paying attention to the movements around him through Ghost Eyes.

Right now, there were a pair of eerie eyes on his forehead and the back of his head.

Two Ghost Eyes allowed him to see what was in front and behind him. The ghost didn’t particularly conceal its presence, so the vision from these two eyes was sufficient. Any more would be pointless and could actually interfere with Yang Jian himself.

"Yang Jian, has it arrived?" Zhang Lei, seeing no movement around him, couldn’t help but ask nervously in a low voice.

"Not yet,"

Yang Jian replied, "It’s not within the vision range of my Ghost Eyes, but I’m certain it’s already here, nearby. Don’t be nervous, follow the plan. If this operation really fails, then there’s nothing more to be said."

"Understood." Zhang Lei said no more and quietly waited for the outcome.

Yang Jian’s ghost eye moved slightly as he checked the position of the Ghost Candle.

The Ghost Candle was still stable, its burning speed was the same as before without any change.

Because the white Ghost Candle only had the function of attracting ghosts, it could not burn as intensely as the red Ghost Candle when a ghost appeared, meaning that the white Ghost Candle could burn for quite some time without fear it would suddenly burn out.

However, just as Yang Jian was about to look away,

A terrifying event occurred.

His vision was rapidly vanishing, everything around him was gradually dimming as if he had become blind, about to turn completely into a person without sight.

No, it wasn’t that I was going blind, but my ghost eye was being suppressed, closing on its own.

Instantly, Yang Jian realized that the situation was grim.

It wasn’t surprising that his ghost eye was being suppressed, but for it to close on its own like this was unprecedented. No, not unprecedented; back when he was in Dachang City, staying in Jiang Yan’s apartment, a passing ghost of unknown level had caused his ghost eye to do the same, to close on its own without daring to look.

This was a pure form of suppression.

Just like how his own Headless Ghost Shadow could perfectly suppress the Ghost Rope, turning it into an ordinary object.

But now, they were the ones being suppressed.

"Damn it, just how powerful has this ghost grown?"

Without a second thought, Yang Jian urgently opened a golden box he was holding.

After opening the box, something wrapped in thick gold foil revealed the shape of a hand; it was the Ghost Hand he had detained on the airplane.

Yet, as he was about to release the Ghost Hand to increase the number of ghosts on their side, he hesitated for a moment.

"What if this ghost can only suppress exactly eight?"

Yang Jian shuddered, "If that’s the case, by releasing this Ghost Hand, it would be equivalent to suicide. Given that the ghost inside us is suppressed, this Ghost Hand, not being suppressed, could start killing indiscriminately."

The ghosts from the Ghost Coffin usually target people who are alone for killing, but the Ghost Hand doesn’t, it doesn’t care whether you are alone or not.

At such a critical moment, one wrong move means total annihilation, and there is no time left for further contemplation.

"I have to take a gamble," Yang Jian gritted his teeth, casting aside his hesitation, and tore the gold foil, releasing the Ghost Hand.

He bet that the current ghost could suppress nine.

Only then would it be completely safe to release the Ghost Hand, and it wouldn’t kill indiscriminately.

However, if the ghost could only suppress eight, then releasing the Ghost Hand would be like letting loose an active ghost, which would be a devastating blow to everyone. Your next chapter awaits on

After tearing the gold foil, the Ghost Hand inside, usually invisible, should have required opening three layers of the Ghost Domain to be found, but now,

A pale hand without a trace of blood lay silently in the box, showing no sign of eeriness.

"I guessed right, even the Ghost Hand is suppressed by this ghost, so the number it can currently suppress is... nine," Yang Jian was both shocked and fearful, with cold sweat on his forehead, while he also couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The number of ghosts on their side was eight, and with the addition of the Ghost Hand, it was exactly nine.

The balance should have been restored.

However, before he could feel relieved, a great pulling force suddenly came from behind, and Wang Jiang’s terrified, desperate voice arose, "Help, save me, I’ve been attacked, something has grabbed me and is dragging me away."

This message sent chills down Yang Jian’s spine.

"Are you kidding me, we’ve reached a count of nine ghosts and still got attacked?"

Could it be that the Ghost Hand doesn’t count as a full ghost?

The thing he feared most had occurred.

It was highly likely that in the judgement of the Ghost Coffin, the Ghost Hand was only considered a partial ghost, not equaling one in number, perhaps 0.5, so they were still in a state of being alone.

Of course, there was another possibility, that the number of ghosts in the Ghost Coffin had exceeded nine and reached ten.

Even with the release of the Ghost Hand, Yang Jian would still be short by one ghost.

"Open the bottle, release the second ghost."

Yang Jian didn’t choose to save Wang Jiang but instead reacted instantly, opening the golden bottle by his side.

If the balance had been broken, he couldn’t save Wang Jiang; only by restoring balance could he hope to save him.

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