Mysterious Awakening-Chapter 469: New Balance
Yang Jian’s actions on the other side progressed smoothly.
Meanwhile, Huang Ziya, who had been running with the Ghost Candle in the darkness, had also reached her limit. Her legs gave way and she stumbled and fell onto the hard concrete pavement, the fall dazing her and nearly knocking her unconscious, while the Ghost Candle in her hand was extinguished by the impact.
She wanted to find the Ghost Candle, but she had no idea where it had fallen to. Fear and dread made her breathing and gasps even more frantic.
The surroundings remained eerily silent, but Huang Ziya could feel a cold draft nearby, sending shivers down her spine and deterring her from searching for the Ghost Candle any further. Instead, she considered how to keep herself alive.
After all, she had already bought some time; it should be enough.
Just as she was trying to stand up, suddenly, it felt as if something had fallen behind her. At the same time, she felt something touch her arms and legs—rough yet gentle, like wild grass caressed by the wind against her body, giving an innocuous impression.
But this gentle prelude heralded a terrifying onslaught.
In an instant.
An old rope in the darkness wrapped tightly around her neck, nearly breaking her bones, and hoisted her into the air.
The only downside to the Ghost Rope was its slow fluttering movement, but it still managed to catch up with Huang Ziya.
She had been attacked.
And it was an attack she couldn’t resist, for even if she used her ghostly powers to fend off the Ghost Rope once, she couldn’t withstand the countless attacks that followed, and would ultimately die when the vicious ghost revived.
Huang Ziya didn’t even consider resisting. The instant she was hoisted up, she immediately threw out a strange cloth doll from her hand.
The doll was stained with blood, from her other hand.
She was a ghost controller who had undergone training, after all—her skills weren’t that poor. She’d been prepared to dab her blood onto the cloth doll at any moment prior to this.
The crooked doll made of old cloth and black hair stitches got up creepily after it fell to the ground, twisting its head as if surveying its surroundings with great curiosity, looking around.
As it was stained with Huang Ziya’s blood,
The eerie cloth doll seemed to have taken Huang Ziya’s place. The Ghost Rope that had been attacking her suddenly changed direction and reached down for the doll.
Huang Ziya, hanging mid-air, felt her neck suddenly loosen, and she dropped to the ground.
"It works, it really works. Yang Jian didn’t lie to me," she couldn’t care less about the pain, her face in the dark revealing the joy of a narrow escape from death.
The cloth doll, sensing that the Ghost Rope was about to attack it, started running rapidly and dexterously on its short limbs.
A Ghost Rope came fluttering, and the doll actually jumped straight over the loop before continuing to hop forward.
When it encountered a tree in its path, the doll would go around it; faced with steps, it would clamber over them.
Agile leaps and maneuvers allowed it to dodge the Ghost Ropes falling from the sky. The nooses, like traps, attempted to catch the cloth doll but failed. After evading multiple attacks, the doll would even stop to clap its hands, appearing very delighted.
The cloth doll’s will to survive was commendable; the Ghost Rope couldn’t touch it for a good while.
However, the doll was subject to wear and tear.
Being stitched together from old rags, the quality wasn’t great. After a while, due to friction with the pavement, the old cloth started to show signs of wear and tear, with what seemed like white paper coming out.
At the same time, one of the doll’s legs seemed crippled, its movements no longer as nimble, walking with a limp.
But it kept desperately fleeing, the Ghost Rope persistently chasing after it.
Because the doll had encountered a step, its small stature was not able to overcome it smoothly; it had to climb over, which caused it to slow down. A rope made contact with the doll’s body, and as expected, looped around its neck, tightening to hoist it up. ṜäN𝐎𐌱ÈŠ
But the doll was too small. When the Ghost Rope tightened, it didn’t catch its neck but locked onto one of its arms instead and lifted it into the air.
The cloth doll struggled violently and finally sacrificed an arm to free itself from the Ghost Rope, landing smoothly and starting to run in a different direction.
But the trend was clear.
Eventually, the doll would certainly die from excessive damage.
But until then, Huang Ziya would be safe.
At this time.
Yang Jian’s actions had reached the final juncture.
However, a minor complication had arisen.
The ghost’s face couldn’t be fitted back on smoothly, still sticking to the old newspaper.
That’s right.
The ability to piece the face together used to require cooperation with the Headless Ghost Shadow, but now that his body’s ghost was suppressed, he couldn’t use that ability, and the face couldn’t be attached.
"Wang Jiang, let go," Yang Jian urged at this moment.
"What?" Wang Jiang was startled at the moment: "Do you really want me to let go?"
"Yes, release the restraint, let the ghost regain some motion; only then can my plan work," Yang Jian said.
If the ghost possessed the instinct to take over other ghosts, it should also have the ability to retrieve its own face, especially since it could even piece together other ghosts.
"Okay, okay," Wang Jiang didn’t ask why, since Yang Jian had said so, he would just do it.
Right then, Wang Jiang released his grip and no longer held onto the corpse’s arm.
It was the moment he let go.
Zhang Lei and Yang Jian distinctly felt the stiff corpse move slightly.
But at the same time, the old newspapers stuck to the corpse slowly fell down, the face on them disappeared, successfully integrated onto the ghost’s body.
It had retrieved its own face.
Simultaneously, Yang Jian said, "Wang Jiang, come back and suppress it."
Wang Jiang was even more puzzled, but he still approached the ghost without any hesitation.
Yang Jian’s action was only to let the ghost retrieve its face, but he couldn’t continue to let the ghost move freely, otherwise, the ghost might render its ability to manipulate memories ineffective.
"Will this work?"
Although the plan had changed somewhat, he felt exceptionally anxious.
The next moment.
Yang Jian, Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, and even the half-dead Qian Yi clearly sensed their abilities were no longer suppressed, regaining movement.
The plan to mislead the ghost about the number of ghosts present had succeeded.
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"Now’s the time." Yang Jian’s Ghost Hand that was trapped within the corpse regained movement, and seizing this sole opportunity, he swiftly invaded the ghost’s body and began to take away a crucial part of it.
At the same time.
The stiff, darkened corpse suddenly collapsed onto the ground, as if it had lost some eerie support, becoming a regular corpse.
"Yang Jian, what’s going on?" Zhang Lei, pressing down on the collapsed corpse, started to panic.
"It’s nothing, the ghost has rebooted, we’ve restrained it, and it has abandoned this identity," Yang Jian slowly withdrew his arm from inside the corpse.
Zhang Lei’s eyes widened, "How is this possible? We clearly counted the number correctly; there shouldn’t have been a limit."
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He simply couldn’t understand what Yang Jian had done before.
"Now’s not the time to ask that; the question is whether we can leave this place," Yang Jian retracted his numb arm.
He then frowned.
A black brand remained on his arm, which displayed a diamond shape, resembling the Coffin Nail that Wang Xiaoming had held earlier, and also resembling a peculiar piece of flesh that had replaced part of his arm, becoming a part of it.
"The Coffin Nail made by the three ghosts turned into a clump of black flesh due to the presence of a ghost. Now that I’ve taken it away, it has been grafted onto my body due to the Headless Ghost Shadow, merging with the Ghost Hand, forming something new."
His hand had remained in the ghost’s body a bit too long, undergoing some unpredictable change.
Feeling for other changes in his body.
Yang Jian then noticed that the urge of the Headless Ghost Shadow to switch bodies had disappeared, the forcibly grafted Ghost Hand seemed calm and freely movable, and even the restlessness of the resurging Ghost Eye had vanished.
"A new balance?"
The Coffin Nail produced by the three ghosts was supposed to suppress the three ghosts, after all, it originated from a ghost and contained a part of the ghost’s characteristics. Now, with exactly three ghosts within Yang Jian’s body—the Ghost Hand, Headless Ghost Shadow, and Ghost Eye, his own ghosts were suppressed.
And since the Coffin Nail was in a halted state, it couldn’t revive for the time being.
In other words, Yang Jian had reached a perfect balance.
"So you’re saying, my hand is something incredible now?" Yang Jian examined his numb arm.
Although the skin of the arm was darkened and the palm icy cold, pallid without the slightest hint of color, the stark contrast made it look exceedingly eerie, yet he could feel that this hand had become a new ghost.
A ghost that couldn’t be understood, created from a range of coincidences.
A ghost that could now be perfectly controlled.
As he was scrutinizing himself, Zhang Lei suddenly pointed into the distance and exclaimed, "Yang Jian, look quickly, the Ghost Domain is disappearing!"
Hearing this, Yang Jian quickly looked up,
Indeed, he saw a mass of darkness coalescing together, swiftly moving towards one place, while the surroundings grew brighter and even the morning sun could be seen behind them.
The receding darkness at a glance looked like a coffin; if one moved farther away, it would literally appear as a black coffin moving, sending shivers down one’s spine.
"So this is the true form of the Ghost Coffin... one ghost, one Ghost Domain?" Yang Jian’s pupils contracted.
The Ghost Coffin seemed even more mysterious.
Wait, the direction the ghost was leaving towards was... the laboratory.
