Mysterious Revival-Chapter 463 - 461 Terrifying Contact

Qian Yi, advancing through the darkness, was still unaware that the moment he would meet up with Yang Jian, he would enter the range of a ghost attack.

All he knew was that it was impossible to leave the training base now and according to the killing pattern of the ghosts here, being alone was extremely dangerous. He had to find enough teammates to group up with in order to survive.

After learning that Yang Jian hadn’t died in the dorm building, and that he had gathered several Ghost Handlers to survive with him, Qian Yi had complicated feelings.

Because he had deceived this Ghost Eye, Yang Jian.

In Qian Yi’s opinion, such deception wasn’t a big deal, as long as he could stay alive and leave. Whether Yang Jian lived or died didn’t matter much to him.

However, now,

Qian Yi started to worry. How would he explain the previous incident after meeting up with Yang Jian?

"I’ve looked into Yang Jian’s file and some intelligence reports. He’s not an easy person to deal with. Once he gets ruthless, no one can stop him, and if it weren’t for special reasons, I really wouldn’t want to meet up with this Yang Jian at all. Who knows if he would kill me when we meet?"

Qian Yi was restless in his heart.

For a Ghost Handler, death was a daily occurrence. If they truly wanted to kill a few people, it would be as simple as eating and drinking.

However, Qian Yi found the ghosts here even more frightening than Yang Jian.

Interacting with Yang Jian might not necessarily lead to death, and there might be a chance to communicate, but with ghosts, you wouldn’t even get the chance to talk before being killed on the spot.

In order to survive, Qian Yi had to bite the bullet and meet up with Yang Jian, hoping the man would think of the bigger picture and not take action against him. After all, now was the time to stick together for warmth. Fighting among themselves would only lead to a quicker demise.

"He shouldn’t be someone without rationality. Since I’ve decided, there’s no time for further considerations. I need to hurry up and meet up. I feel like something’s getting more and more wrong around here..." Qian Yi checked the location information on his phone. Despite the surrounding darkness, he moved quickly.

"Yang Jian and the others are right ahead; we’re about to meet up."

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Seeing that the signals had overlapped, he became somewhat excited.

Once they met up, he could finally take a breathe, no longer needing to worry about being killed by a vengeful ghost for the moment.

However, at that moment, he realized that the darkness around him was permeated by a faint stench of decay, and a heavy, urgent set of footsteps emerged nearby.

A cold breath accompanied the darkness, penetrating the air and causing one’s hair to stand on end and the body to tremble.

Qian Yi’s face suddenly changed, and he turned his head sharply to look around.

He saw nothing.

"Yang Jian, is that you?" he called out into the darkness, halting his step.

His voice trembled slightly, betraying an inexplicable fear.

Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

The abnormalities around him and the instincts of a Ghost Handler sent him a very dangerous signal... Perhaps, the real ghost was right nearby.

"Could I be this unlucky, to have a problem at this critical moment?" Qian Yi was sweating profusely as he looked at his phone.

In the darkness, the phone still emitted a faint glow, enough to see the screen, but this light didn’t carry far. The darkness swallowed everything within half a meter, so he had to hold it very close to see clearly.

The phone’s screen displayed a signal source.

This signal source had already overlapped with the signal on Qian Yi’s phone, meaning Yang Jian and the others were nearby, as the location’s margin of error wouldn’t be more than ten meters.

"Could the footsteps just now have been Yang Jian and his group?"

Qian Yi wondered if he was scaring himself; maybe there were no ghosts at all, and it was just Yang Jian and his group who happened to brush past him in the darkness.

Although a bit naïve, this was not impossible.

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Qian Yi didn’t dare to stop. He had to keep moving. If he did, he might run into Yang Jian and his group. If he could meet up with them, he might survive this crisis.

But just as he was about to move,

The light from the phone screen suddenly dimmed, and a stiff, darkened hand emerged from the darkness, covering the phone screen.

The only sliver of faint light was snuffed out.

At the same time, a cold breath with a faint smell of decay enveloped him, and although he couldn’t see clearly what was in front of him, Qian Yi could distinctly feel that a person was standing eerily in front of him, blocking his path and seemingly waiting for him there.

"Ghost!"

Qian Yi shuddered, and a word filled with fear appeared in his mind.

Standing in front of him couldn’t possibly be a human, even if Yang Jian’s signal was nearby.

Without any hesitation, he turned and ran.

No matter if he could escape or not, it was the only thing he could do at the moment.

However, it was clearly unrealistic to think of running away after being targeted by a ghost.

In an instant, Qian Yi felt as if a pair of hands were tightly choking his neck, a strong sensation of suffocation overwhelmed him, and a terrifying force came from the darkness, lifting him up into the air.

He struggled violently, instinctively reaching for his neck.

Qian Yi felt an old, worn hemp rope, coarse and chilling, akin to the kind used for hangings in the past.

An instinctive desire to use his own ghostly power to resist surged within him.

But his inner ghost seemed to be completely silent, as if it had disappeared, with no response at all, making him feel like he had suddenly become an ordinary person.

"Is it the ghost that wants to kill me, or does Yang Jian want to kill me?" Qian Yi’s tongue was almost forced out by the choking, his face turning red, and he recognized the rope around his neck.

It had been used by Yang Jian at Ping’an Hotel, to trap a person who was about to have a ghostly resurgence.

However, his thoughts were not important.

Right near him, a pair of stiff, ice-cold, and darkened palms emerged from the darkness, tore his clothes, and forced their way into his flesh and blood... searching for something inside his body.

And this seemingly random search was already tearing his body apart, twisting his bones, causing him immense pain.

"Gah..."

Qian Yi’s body trembled violently, he spat out blood from his mouth, his eyes bulging as he made a difficult sound, unable to resist this desperate terror.

"Damn it."

However, just as he was on the verge of death, an extremely anxious voice rose from the darkness, tinged with some astonishment and anger.

Qian Yi seemed to hear the voice, and with difficulty turned his head in the direction from which it came.

He saw nothing in the darkness, just a flickering flame.

The flame was also black, but the black twisted and danced, and one could faintly make out a contour.

At that moment.

Yang Jian was holding the Ghost Candle, he and the others had hurried to Qian Yi’s side.

Within a radius of five meters, he could see everything around him.

Qian Yi, suspended in mid-air as if about to be flayed by the ghost, and the true appearance of that ghost.

At that moment, the ghost, with its back to Yang Jian, had the appearance of a normal human, donned in a tattered shirt, the fabric filthy and blackened with thick bloodstains that were putrid, emitting a stench akin to that of a corpse, and its exposed hands and feet were stiff and dark.

Like a body that had been left somewhere for a long time and was in a state of being about to decay but had not yet decayed.

Yang Jian knew that the ghost’s current appearance was that of the necromancer called Wei Jing.

A failed experiment, the corpse of the deceased Wei Jing had been taken over by a ghost from the Ghost Coffin, turning it into a shell, or rather, a vessel for the ghost.

This appearance did not matter.

Because if anyone destroyed Wei Jing’s corpse, then the ghost from the Ghost Coffin would appear in another form and start a second attack.

Despite being prepared, confronting the fierce ghost directly still made Yang Jian apprehensive.

But he did not hesitate one bit.

Upon seeing the ghost, he immediately charged towards it.

Because distance was the key.

If he could gather Qian Yi and the others together, the rule that one would surely die if isolated would be broken, and Qian Yi would be regarded as part of their collective.

Without retreating, Yang Jian forged ahead, and naturally, so did Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, and the other two necromancers behind him. They couldn’t see what was happening around them, so even if the fierce ghost was in front of them, they would unhesitatingly move forward, not letting fear immobilize them.

It was only a matter of two or three seconds.

Yang Jian and his group neared the ghost, and also got close to Qian Yi.

What was expected happened.

Just two meters ahead, the ghost stopped its actions; it did not continue to kill Qian Yi, although he was already distorted and bleeding profusely, a step away from death, he still managed to survive.

"The ’Skin Paper’ was not wrong, this is our only chance," Yang Jian realized, seeing that the ghost had halted.

He had only one opportunity to make a move.

It was at this moment, when the rules changed and the ghost paused.

This moment, his task was to reduce the ghost’s powers, otherwise it would be much too difficult to find another chance once the ghost resumed its actions.