Mysterious Revival-Chapter 706 - 673 Death and Conflict

Most people in this world are curious about the scene of their own death, and Yang Jian was no exception.

But he was sensible.

Yang Jian worried that the so-called premonition was actually a curse emanating from this eerie hand-cranked projector, and the death scene might be caused by the machine itself; it was the origin of death. The future scenes were all fabricated and false.

However, after a few people had used it and through Yang Jian's observations, this doubt in his heart slightly diminished.

While the possibility of a curse existed, it seemed slim.

Moreover, even with a curse, Yang Jian was still within the transaction period with the Ghost Cabinet.

As Yang Jian used it,

the eerie hand-cranked projector began to play the scene again, and after the image was projected onto the wall, something incomprehensible happened. The image was no longer black and white, but a deep red, as if stained with fresh blood. This red hue actually started to seep out from the image.

Blood, dripped onto the ground.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and some even couldn't help but stand up.

President Mishima was also stunned; he was familiar with this machine, and it had never shown such an anomaly before, it was always very normal black and white death scenes.

"This is an unprecedented anomaly, it's just blood in the image, but it has appeared in reality... what is going on?"

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"An unusual scene, isn't it?"

"The blood is getting more and more."

In the quiet banquet hall, the scene had started to become a bit chaotic, as more and more blood seeped out from the wall, staining the screen and the ground a dark red, and the blood continued to spread to the surrounding area.

"Again... blood,"

Yang Jian frowned. This blood was familiar to him.

It was like the Ghost Blood left behind after his friend Yan Li died, and like the cursed blood that overflowed from the spirit tablet last time.

Something was indeed wrong with him; something had been following him, perhaps an unknown supernatural entity or a curse from the Ghost Cabinet transaction, but in any case, he was not clean.

However, after experiencing several brushes with death, he had become accustomed to such oddities.

The image continued to play.

Although the blood was spreading, the scene inside did not stop.

The flickering scene finally appeared, revealing a landscape in front of everyone. Despite the crimson hue, it did not impede viewing.

The image showed a wilderness, it looked like the outskirts of a city. In the distance, some houses were visible, but the center of the image was a wasteland overgrown with weeds and trees. In the foreground, a winding highway stretched toward the distance, disappearing at the edge of the frame.

"There it is, but... this isn't Osaka nor is it our country," someone immediately commented.

The terrain and some landmarks in the image were enough to deduce many things.

"It's not here, which means Mister Yang's cause of death has nothing to do with the previous ghosts, he successfully fended off that ghost's attack," the man named Jin Chuan previously said rationally.

Yamazaki immediately said, "Don't celebrate too soon, perhaps the ghost is nearby, and it's very possible it followed us when leaving this place."

He still did not believe that Yang Jian could be an exception.

After all, everyone was a ghost controller, and there was no reason why five or six members of their club should die from unknown ghost attacks while Yang Jian remained unharmed.

If ghosts were that terrifying, no one should be able to avoid a deadly fate.

"I'm somewhat familiar with that place, it seems to be... the outskirts of Dachang City." Yang Jian deeply furrowed his brows, ignoring the others' discussions and focusing on observing everything in the image.

He had some recollections of that place; he had been there at certain times in the past.

The next moment.

The images began to zoom in, as if the camera lens of a movie was switching scenes, and quickly, as the lens changed, everyone's viewpoint shifted from the highway to a desolate spot off the highway, where there was a pond that wasn't very large.

That pond in the image was like a blood pool, filled with crimson blood, with bodies soaking in it, and the limbs of the corpses vaguely visible as they floated and sank in the blood-red pond.

A blood pool filled with corpses.

Everyone was stunned; they had never imagined that such a terrifying place existed in the world.

"That is the eerie place formed by the resurgence of the vengeful ghost after Yan Li's death... Could my death be related to that place?" Yang Jian's face darkened with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

However, his corpse and the scene of his death were not appearing in the current footage.

But the footage had just begun, so there was no need to be anxious.

Yang Jian continued to operate the projector, while the blood-soaked wall maintained the ongoing scene. At this moment, it seemed the camera zoomed in again, but as it did the image started to blur, as if the signal was being interfered with, causing bits of the image to become fragmented and increasingly incomplete.

This blurring, like signal interference, began with a few imperfections and gradually became more fragmented.

It seemed that the blood-red pool concealed an unknown horror and spectral presence that prevented the eerie projector from peeking into its surroundings. Just like earlier footage that captured an actual ghost, whenever a ghost approached, the image would flicker and, if severe enough, even disappear.

Clearly, this eerie projector had its limits.

The image began to deteriorate further, and the footage was continuously fading away.

However, just at that moment, a corpse suddenly emerged from within the crimson pool. The corpse floated up face-first, back-down, and a ghastly pale face of the dead appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The face looked identical to Yang Jian's, and the body type and clothing style of the corpse were also very similar to Yang Jian's.

Without a doubt.

The corpse that emerged was Yang Jian himself.

He was dead.

At some point in the future, he had died in a pond soaked with Ghost Blood, becoming one of the floating corpses within.

At this moment,

The image suddenly flickered and vanished.

The information about future death was cut off, the eerie projector could only reveal so much.

"Is this Mister Yang's death scene? It's simply incomprehensible," mused the man called Jin Chuan. "We didn't see a ghost, nor how the killing happened; we didn't even see how Mister Yang fell into that haunted place. It's as if he had appeared in that blood pool previously."

"Right, it's indeed incomprehensible. But no matter what, Mister Yang didn't share the same fate as us; those legs wearing leather shoes and dress pants didn't appear in the image," another person nodded in agreement.

This outcome had exceeded everyone's expectations.

They had considered that Yang Jian might die for the same reasons as them; they had also thought about the possibility of his death due to the resurgence of a fierce ghost or some supernatural event, but they could never have imagined that Yang Jian's body would end up soaking in the blood pool.

Yang Jian's face remained very calm at the moment; the last scene of his corpse emerging from the water did not disturb him. Instead, he wondered why he would die in the Ghost Blood after Yan Li's resurgence.

"Ghost Blood is capable of suppressing fierce ghosts. Perhaps I wasn't killed by a ghost in the blood pool but instead entered it voluntarily at some point out of desperation."

An astonishing speculation appeared in his mind.

Because this was Yang Jian's style; even in death, he would fight to the last. If a fierce ghost revived at some point and all other suppressive measures failed, then he might indeed jump into that blood pool to take a chance.

After pondering for a little while, he quickly refocused his thoughts.

No matter the cause of death or what kind of future the image portrayed, at least Yang Jian was safe for now, and he had not been targeted by that ghost.

"It seems that some people have died, but my death scenario seems a bit special; it's not the same as everyone else's,"

Yang Jian put aside his thoughts and gave a faint smile, cold and devoid of emotion, with no sign of nervousness or unease on his face.

Yamazaki's expression darkened.

Clearly, the previous scene had not satisfied him, and the unique portrayal of Yang Jian's death was proof enough that he was far ahead of everyone present, further emphasizing their incompetence.

"Mister Yang, are you alright?"

Just as Yang Jian sat down, Keiko next to him nervously tugged at the hem of his clothes and whispered, "Keiko believes Mister Yang can definitely break free from that fate; you will be safe and sound."

"Let's hope so, but I'm definitely not someone who dies easily," Yang Jian said without looking at her, speaking offhandedly.

Keiko nodded her head.

At this moment,

President Mishima, however, was overcome with worry. Since the core members of his club were shrouded in the shadow of death, it was possible that starting with Yamazaki, the members sitting here might die one after another within a month, just like in the scene of death played before them, killed by the same ghost's attack.

But at this time, Yamazaki suddenly spoke up, "The scene of Mister Yang's death just now had nothing to do with that ghost, which means Mister Yang has a way to deal with that ghost, or a way to avoid being killed by it. Although it's a bit rude, I still hope Mister Yang can teach us this method."

"The entire Exorcism Club will be eternally grateful."

Having said this, he rubbed his bald head, his sinister gaze fixed on Yang Jian.

The look in his eyes was not one of pleading, but a dangerous warning.

For Yamazaki, he had already been added to the death list, and he was first on it. Therefore, he wanted to change that result, and the means to change it lay with Yang Jian.

At his words, everyone else once again focused their attention on Yang Jian.

Indeed.

He hadn't been targeted by the ghost, he must have some method to resist the ghost's attack.

"You really are not a compliant fellow. Even if I have a way to resist the ghosts, what can you do to me if I don't tell you?" Yang Jian said, slightly tilting his head to drink the juice Keiko handed him, not even lifting his eyelids.

Yamazaki's face turned particularly unsightly; "Then the next second, that Keiko by your side will die."

"What?" Keiko trembled all over when she heard this.

"Your approach is exactly the same as that Tianye before, not daring to confront me directly, only trying to be surreptitious, using an insignificant translator by my side to intimidate me," Yang Jian put down his cup; "If that's the case, go ahead and make your move. Don't just talk without acting, Mister Yamazaki, or I'll look down on you."

"A conflict has arisen, this is bad," President Mishima suddenly panicked.

He never expected this game to evolve into this. Had Yamazaki felt the threat of death and started to lose his composure?

Yamazaki stared fixedly at Yang Jian, anger faintly surfacing on his face, then glanced at Keiko who was lowering her head and shrinking back beside Yang Jian.

It would be quite easy for him to kill an ordinary person.

But if he did so, would Yang Jian immediately retaliate?

No one could predict what would occur if there was a counterattack.

"He's bluffing. With so many core members of the Exorcism Club here, even if he is Ghost Eye Yang Jian, he wouldn't dare to mess around. This is a great opportunity to force him to reveal the method of avoiding the fierce ghost's attack, to keep that Door Knocking Ghost he has captured here, and even to dig out more unexpected gains from him," Yamazaki's eyes flickered as he entertained the idea of hunting down Yang Jian.

If it truly came down to a fight, Yamazaki believed that more people would side with him; an outsider like Yang Jian, who couldn't even communicate properly, surely wouldn't have anyone's support.

He weighed it in his mind.

Meanwhile, his hostility grew more apparent.

Even those nearby felt something was wrong and experienced a sense of trepidation.

"Is Yamazaki really going to make a move? He wants to provoke Mister Yang."

"It feels somewhat reckless, yet understandable as the first person to receive the death news; Yamazaki is desperate to change his death fate and sees the opportunity in Yang Jian," said Jin Chuan and Ishida, as well as others who remained silent, each with their own guesses.

This conflict wasn't just Yamazaki's issue; it implicated their lives and deaths as well. If Yang Jian truly wasn't as strong as imagined, perhaps... this was an opportunity.

"The situation is about to spiral out of control," said President Mishima, clutching the wine cup in his hand, yet he did not speak up to intervene.

Conflicts involving these types of individuals are terrifying, no less than the emergence of a supernatural event. As a mere mortal, he couldn't mediate or stop it at this moment, he could only let Yang Jian deal with the situation himself.

He did not want Yang Jian to encounter any trouble.

There were many things at stake, too complex to explain in just a few words.

However, Yang Jian, at the center of this maelstrom of conflict, remained calm. He did not move, merely slightly squinting his eyes as he looked at Yamazaki.

This guy was not reckless; he wanted to take this opportunity to cause trouble, using the presence of other Exorcism Club members to pressure him, to make him submit, achieving the goal of a local bully trying to overpower a more formidable opponent.

If he was foolish, Yamazaki would have already taken action by now.

"If you fear me, then get out of here now. I might let you live. Being targeted by a ghost, you may not die today, but if I have marked you for death, you will die extraordinarily quickly," Yang Jian said bluntly and insultingly.

"Bastard."

At this moment, Yamazaki felt humiliated. He instantly flipped the table in front of him, all the delicious food spilling onto the floor, with a chilling energy spreading from his body. The people around even felt an inexplicable coldness, as if a menacing ghost was lingering beside them.

"Yamazaki, calm down," President Mishima finally couldn't help shouting.

But in the next moment.

A red light instantly enveloped the entire banquet hall, and everything around was dyed completely red, just like the blood in the snapshots before.

A sinister eye spied on Yamazaki.

The fifth layer of the Ghost Domain opened in an instant.

When Yang Jian acted, he was ferociously ruthless, leaving no room for mercy, nor did he give Yamazaki any chance to struggle or turn the tables.

The Ghost Domain shrouded Yamazaki's body.

The ghost within Yamazaki also emerged.

Underneath the clothes was a foreign corpse, with a head and a face, curled up inside his body, like a thin woman, the long hair covering the face.

It's hard to imagine that a big man's body was hollowed out, parasitized by a terrifying fierce ghost, leaving only an empty shell.

But the strange thing was that Yamazaki could still move normally.

Ghost Domain enveloped.

The ghost entwined in Yamazaki's body seemed to awaken, finally stirring, and even the head mechanically turned, shifting bit by bit from the body, as if trying to walk out.

The ghost must not be allowed to come out.

Otherwise, without the support of the fierce ghost, Yamazaki would die immediately.

"You think you can kill me so easily? It won't be that easy," Yamazaki growled, his complexion ferocious. He felt that the ghost inside him was losing control.

Just resisting Yang Jian's Ghost Domain was almost too much for him; the fierce ghost was on the brink of awakening.

"Stop babbling."

Yang Jian said coldly, and the next moment, his black Ghost Hand grabbed Yamazaki's neck in a swift motion.

Yamazaki's face underwent a drastic change; he felt the ghost inside him being suppressed, experiencing an irresistible power.

Crack!

The next instant, Yamazaki's neck was crushed, and his body was casually tossed away, flung out like rubbish. Then, with a flash of red light, the body disappeared, as if erased from the world without leaving a trace.

"Thump!"

Afterward, a curled-up dead body appeared in the place where Yamazaki formerly stood.

The ghost in his body couldn't be transported away by the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain, so it was left behind.