Mysterious Revival-Chapter 643 - 640: Who Will Survive
Chapter 643: Chapter 640: Who Will Survive
Liu Xiaoyu looked at Yang Jian, deep fear revealed in her eyes, not out of fear of Yang Jian himself, but of the Ghost Infant hiding behind him.
Only a few months had passed since the Hungry Ghost incident, and she often found herself recalling the entire supernatural event.
Dangerous, terrifying, desperate… Even as an operator, she could feel the hellish scene as if she were there, and today she saw that Yang Jian had a Ghost Infant with him.
“You, how could you?”
Liu Xiaoyu felt a chill throughout her body, she opened her mouth trying to ask, but the thrill in her heart messed with her thoughts.
Yang Jian knew what she wanted to ask, and simply said, “How do you think I’ve survived till now? Without finding a breakthrough from the ghosts, it’s hard for a normal spirit practitioner to live through one incident after another. The Hungry Ghost incident is over, but there were still undeveloped Ghost Infants left behind. I found one and controlled it, as simple as that.”
“You’re keeping a Hungry Ghost?” Liu Xiaoyu’s shock made her cover her mouth.
Although she knew that Yang Jian was audacious and sometimes violent, raising a Hungry Ghost seemed too crazy. Any rational person would think it impossible.
Everyone in the supernatural community knew this.
Ghosts are too dangerous and frightening, an uncontrollable and incomprehensible oddity; not only raising one by your side was daunting, even just living in the same city would give people nightmares at night.
Yang Jian readily admitted, “That’s right, I’m keeping a Hungry Ghost, or more precisely, just a Ghost Slave. Not many people know this, and I plan to keep it that way. I don’t want it to become widely known for now, so you have to keep this secret for me temporarily, and make sure not to leak this information.”
The matter of the Ghost Child was bound to become known sooner or later as long as it stayed by his side, but as long as it wasn’t discovered at this critical juncture, it was fine.
As long as he got through the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, this secret wouldn’t matter anymore.
“I…” Liu Xiaoyu wanted to refuse Yang Jian’s request. Although she had covered up many things for him, this matter was too significant.
A slip-up could result in terrifying consequences. According to her professional guidelines, this was something that had to be reported, with no room for omission.
“I can’t agree.”
Clenching her teeth, Liu Xiaoyu looked at Yang Jian with a troubled expression, showing her firm stance.
Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then he calmly said, “Every spirit practitioner has their own secrets. If every operator acted like you and reported the secrets they discovered, do you think that would be a good or a bad thing? I’m essentially retired, and you are on vacation. There’s no need to do everything by the book,”
He tried to convince her, and if that didn’t work, he would alter Liu Xiaoyu’s memories.
However, Yang Jian had no idea what the consequences of a normal person coming into contact with a supernatural power might be, so he tried to avoid such situations as much as possible.
“Moreover, the Ghost Infant is not as dreadful as the real Hungry Ghost and doesn’t possess the same level of danger. You can regard it as a ghost that I control, just like the Headless Ghost Shadow.”
As Yang Jian spoke, a tall Headless Ghost Shadow standing behind him had already risen, wandering around the living room like a corpse, lingering nearby without dissipating, seeming like an awakened vicious ghost beyond control, capable of killing anyone around at any time, dangerous and terrifying.
He was demonstrating the commonality between the two.
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Seeing this, Liu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but retreat. Compared to the Ghost Child, this tall Headless Ghost Shadow in front of her seemed even more daunting; she felt goosebumps all over her body without it even coming near.
A cold, gloomy chill was already creeping along the air and the floor towards her, as if it was infiltrating her whole body.
“I, I understand, I’ll keep this secret for you, but, but you have to promise me to restrain this thing… otherwise, a lot of people will die,” Liu Xiaoyu pleaded with a sob in her voice.
The Ghost Shadow behind Yang Jian quieted down, turning into an inconspicuous shadow on the floor. He said, “Nowadays, supernatural incidents occur frequently. Is there any incident that doesn’t cause death? Do you think the Hungry Ghost incident was the most severe one? I’m telling you, it wasn’t. As time goes by, any supernatural event that spirals out of control could inflict more harm than the Hungry Ghost incident.”
“You’re my operator, and you’ve interacted with many people. You should understand what being a spirit practitioner means. Simply put, it’s using the power of ghosts to fight against ghosts. If you think the Ghost Infant is dangerous, that’s exactly what I need. It’s dangerous to the living and equally dangerous to ghosts. I wouldn’t have kept it if it wasn’t dangerous enough.”
“So I can’t guarantee that it won’t go out of control or that it won’t kill people.”
He felt it necessary to refresh Liu Xiaoyu’s perceptions; otherwise, he couldn’t tolerate her being his operator.
“You’re… right,” Liu Xiaoyu’s lips trembled as she thought, unable to refute Yang Jian’s words.
Which spirit practitioner doesn’t control malevolent ghosts to fight against other ghosts?
Yang Jian controlling the Ghost Child was fundamentally the same.
It’s just that the impact of the Hungry Ghost incident was too great. If the headquarters learned about Yang Jian raising the Ghost Child, it would definitely be taken away, and it would be nearly impossible to keep it, as he was still cursed by the Eight-Tone Music Box and had no bargaining power.
Only after the curse was lifted could he regain his strength.
Seeing her change her mind, Yang Jian then said, “Since you’ve agreed to keep this secret for me, I’ll trust you this time. However, from tonight until tomorrow night, you must not leave this house. If you do, I’ll have to take some compulsory measures, and you wouldn’t want to experience any of that.”
Trust is trust, but he would still take precautions.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that thing beside me, I’d better go home,” Liu Xiaoyu said timidly.
Yang Jian said, “It’s too late to leave now. Go to your room and sleep. If you can’t sleep, play with your phone to pass the time. Don’t wander around aimlessly, and don’t be curious enough to open anything. I’ve placed many dangerous things here, so I’m warning you in advance, to let you be on your guard.”
“The more you say that, the more I want to leave,” said Liu Xiaoyu, almost crying.
She had thought this place, with its splendid decoration and dazzling lights, would be very safe. It never occurred to her that this was just a facade, that the real dangers were hidden in places she couldn’t see.
“You shouldn’t have stayed before,” Yang Jian said.
However, in the end, Liu Xiaoyu, trembling and intimidated, had no choice but to rest in a relatively safe room under his insistent retention.
Yang Jian took the Ghost Child to the third floor of the villa.
There was a study and a safe room here; he told the Ghost Child to hide in the safe room and not come out. But just to be sure, he locked the door anyway. Under normal circumstances, it shouldn’t be able to get out.
The curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box was still echoing in his mind.
But Yang Jian felt very tired, as if his body’s functions had reached their limit and were on the verge of collapse. If he didn’t continue to rest, his body would soon die again, then decay and deteriorate. So, he planned to rest for a few hours and wait for the news tomorrow.
He wasn’t worried about dying in his sleep; now with the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box and the trading rules of the Ghost Cabinet, he was sure nothing would happen to him.
This rest was a luxury, as if it was the last sleep before death.
Although wasteful, it was necessary, somewhat like the feeling of being ready to go after eating and drinking one’s fill.
Meanwhile.
In a suburban area far from the city.
There was a very secretive laboratory here.
Even though it was night, the place was still heavily guarded and brightly lit.
In the most secure part of the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming appeared. In front of him, there was a special partition with a glass that allowed a clear view of an old coffin displayed inside. In front of the coffin was a small stool with a spirit tablet on it.
On the spirit tablet was a black-and-white photo of a young man with a frightened expression, looking somewhat abnormal.
“How did Doctor Chen’s previous Ghost Coffin experiment turn out?” Wang Xiaoming looked to the side.
The man called Doctor Chen was a bespectacled man in his thirties, in charge of the laboratory and several projects. Previously affiliated with the “Circle of Friends,” but now with its demise, the headquarters had taken over, and many projects had been handed over.
“It’s going smoothly, but I can’t be sure if this incomplete Ghost Coffin can suppress all the ghosts inside Yang Jian’s body,” Doctor Chen said with some concern.
“If we can’t suppress them, there might be a risk of losing control. After all, Guo Fan is an outsider with no experience in controlling three ghosts.”
“As long as it’s going smoothly, that’s what matters; control is not important. After all, there’s only one chance, and next time this thing will be completely useless,” Wang Xiaoming replied, his gaze fixed on the coffin.
The Ghost Coffin was losing its supernatural essence due to the revival of the Ghost Envoy; now it lacked not only the coffin lid but also the darkness within.
After all, a coffin is just a vessel; the real Ghost Coffin was the ferocious ghost codenamed Ghost Envoy.
Without the ghost, a coffin is just a normal coffin.
Doctor Chen then asked, “So, what are you thinking? If Yang Jian agrees to your proposal, it means his consciousness will enter the spirit tablet. Once his consciousness enters, you could easily find someone else to replace his body, eradicate Yang Jian, and create a new Yang Jian.”
“So, do you want Yang Jian or Guo Fan to survive?”
Wang Xiaoming said coldly, “That depends on whether the spirit tablet can successfully strip away the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box. If it fails, Yang Jian will still die, but his body can be controlled by Guo Fan. If successful, the person who suffers the curse and dies will be Guo Fan. I simply made the best choice in the worst-case scenario. Regardless of the outcome, Yang Jian will survive.”
“And in this situation, all he needs to do is to stay alive. As for who survives, that doesn’t matter.”
“That really is your style,” Doctor Chen remarked.
“It’s a pity that my previous Ghost Coffin experiment lacked this spirit tablet; otherwise, the situation would be much better now. But let’s not talk about that. How is the progress of your other project? I’ve been following it for a year, but due to redeployment I was unable to participate. It should be showing results now, right?” Wang Xiaoming said.
“Not bad, there’s some progress, but not as much as expected. It still needs more time to perfect, though success is just a matter of time,” Doctor Chen replied.
During the conversation, it was revealed that the two may have collaborated on a special project before.
“What about the Ghost Painting incident outside? Aren’t you going to pay attention to that?” Doctor Chen inquired once again.
“The situation has worsened, but there will be an operation tomorrow, a containment operation. However, I’m not very optimistic about it, due to the lack of crucial intelligence support. I wouldn’t have allowed any action to be taken if it weren’t for the new intelligence that appeared in the afternoon. But, just to be safe, I had someone bring out the Ghost Camera,” Wang Xiaoming stated.
As he spoke, he looked at the black-and-white photo on the spirit tablet once again.
The photo on the tablet bore the same style as the photos taken by the Ghost Camera.
This meant that someone had used the camera in the past to capture a ghost and then left the ghost’s photo on the spirit tablet.
This was a trace left by predecessors.
Many such traces are easy to discover if one pays careful attention.
But Wang Xiaoming was not interested in those; he was interested in beings like Old Qin, who despite having human consciousness, possessed ghostly characteristics.
If this could be achieved, supernatural cases could be thoroughly resolved.
