Mysterious Revival-Chapter 750 - 717 Over Half

The ghost that had infiltrated reality in the first day's nightmare was shattered alive by Yang Jian with a gun.

It died very pitifully.

Although this death was only an illusion, it at least resolved the attack of the fierce ghost.

Moreover, to prevent any accidents, Yang Jian even used the Ghost Domain to change the weather of the entire area, dissipating the downpour, clearing away the dark clouds, and instantly transforming the gloomy sky into a clear, clean one with not a trace of mist, clearly revealing the starry sky above and the bright moonlight.

Standing there, Yang Jian felt the restlessness within his body, and his gaze slightly hardened.

Without the balance maintained by Ghost Hand, just by using the Ghost Domain once, the Ghost Eye began to react; if he were to directly activate the six-layer Ghost Domain, it would likely revive immediately.

However, the situation wasn't as bad as imagined.

The shadow behind him gradually disappeared, reentering his body.

The anomaly caused by this method also gradually subsided.

His own balance wasn't that fragile; as long as he refrained from misusing the Ghost Eye's power in the absence of the required number, he could still maintain it for quite a long time.

"Eh? The water's gone?"

His younger cousin Xiao Yuan was still squatting on the ground, poking at the spot where there had been a puddle of water just moments ago with a fruit knife.

It seemed she knew that water was a medium, but this knowledge stemmed from her instincts, so she couldn't convey this to Yang Jian and instead instinctively took this odd action.

"The water is gone, and it won't rain today; the ghost from earlier has been dealt with by me, so if there's no special accident, tonight, no, perhaps the village won't have any more issues from now on," Yang Jian said; "It's getting late, and I still need to keep watch here. Xiao Yuan, go back and rest."

He looked at the girl.

He couldn't determine her true identity.

Was she the Yang Yuanyuan who drowned decades ago, or the current younger cousin from the same village, Liang Yuan, or perhaps neither identity was the true one, and her origin was even more bizarre?

After all, she was entangled with his deceased father.

And now that he thought about it carefully, the father from his nightmare seemed to have deliberately concealed Xiao Yuan's presence; he wasn't unaware, he just chose not to speak of it.

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Xiao Yuan raised her head and looked at Yang Jian; she cocked her head, seemingly pondering something again.

But her eyes revealed a bit of confusion, not at all like she was thinking about anything.

"Hee hee, seems like I'm really getting sleepy, so cousin, no more fun for today, I'm going home to sleep; my head seems to hurt a bit," Xiao Yuan said, touching her head, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Okay, then you should rest early."

He watched Xiao Yuan's figure slowly leaving, rubbing her head, thoughtfully.

This Xiao Yuan was quite special, not like a ghost... but not like a human either.

So, to be on the safe side, Yang Jian would not allow her to approach the corpse; the plan had already begun, and he could not afford any mistakes.

"Continue waiting."

Yang Jian sat back in the trunk once more, his one hand always clutching the decaying corpse next to him, and he hadn't let go throughout. By now, the corpse's decay had become rather severe, a strong stench of decay wafting over him, making it somewhat unbearable, but he was used to such situations.

At that moment,

Xiao Yuan felt her headache drifting away more and more; she touched her head and continued walking toward the village, instinctively following her memory to find her way home, ready to go back and rest.

Yet, halfway there, she suddenly stopped.

She stood motionless.

Her headache was gone, but her face then suddenly changed, with a faint smile, revealing a strange and unfathomable look, vastly different from her previous absent-minded demeanor.

"Yang Jian..."

Xiao Yuan started laughing, her smile exaggerated, yet she didn't make a sound. This expression was peculiar, as if she were deliberately putting on a strange Ghost Face, even more bizarre than the face of a ghost itself.

In the silent night of the village, she stood there, smiling eerily.

Without a sound, and unseen by anyone else, like a lunatic, or a fierce ghost lingering in the night.

After a good while,

Xiao Yuan stopped her silent, peculiar laughter, discarded the fruit knife in her hand, and removed her stifling raincoat, leaving only the thin long-sleeved shirt she wore.

She looked back.

Glancing in the direction of Yang Jian, but her view was obstructed by houses, and she did not see Yang Jian.

However, under the moonlight in the sky, one could vaguely make out the blotches on Xiao Yuan's neck and some parts of exposed skin, turning blue-green, like bruises or mottled like livor mortis, baffling and especially eerie.

"Oh, my head hurts."

A while later, Xiao Yuan again suddenly touched her head, feeling a surge of pain, as if her old problem had flared up again.

But the headache didn't last long.

Xiao Yuan, holding her aching head, slowly ambled toward her home.

Someone had died in her family.

Lin Xiaoxi was the one who died yesterday, but to Xiao Yuan, it was no cause for fear; she still went back to her room to sleep as if nothing had happened.

She slept in the bed where Lin Xiaoxi had died.

Time passed quickly.

This night, after some incidents had occurred, eventually passed in peace. No one died, and there were no casualties. In the latter half of the night, nothing unusual happened—it seemed to have truly restored to calm.

Early the next morning.

"Auntie, I'm off to deliver breakfast to Yang Jian." Jiang Yan's voice echoed in the old house; she was very industrious, not indulging in a lie-in, and took the initiative to bring something for Yang Jian to eat.

"You should eat something before you go," called out Zhang Fen.

Jiang Yan said with a smile, "No need, Auntie. It seems like Yang Jian didn't eat anything all of last night. I'll bring him food first."

"Then make it quick and come back soon," said Zhang Fen.

Jiang Yan was in high spirits as she hurried with the breakfast to where Yang Jian was.

However, before she even arrived, a stench of rotting flesh overwhelmed her, nearly making her vomit.

At that moment, she saw Yang Jian, with an indifferent look, observing a rotten corpse. The body lay on the ground, its skin ghastly pale, dressed in very old-fashioned clothing reminiscent of styles from decades past, quite incongruous with modern attire.

Startled, Jiang Yan immediately stopped and didn't dare to get closer, but her endurance was much stronger than that of an ordinary person. From a distance, she called out, "Yang Jian, what are you doing? Auntie sent me to bring you breakfast. Why don't you eat something first?"

To others, the sight of a rotting corpse would be shocking, but she still thought to call Yang Jian to eat.

"I'll eat later," Yang Jian replied without lifting his head.

"Then I'll wait here for you. I won't come over," Jiang Yan called out, obediently standing at a distance, watching Yang Jian with a mix of fear and curiosity.

That corpse… It couldn't be the dead body of a ghost, could it?

She guessed as much in her heart.

Yet she wasn't afraid of the ghost, perhaps because it was daytime or maybe because Yang Jian was handling the situation.

"So it's like this, the meaning of a rotting degree beyond half is this…"

Yang Jian squatted beside the pale corpse, understanding the meaning behind the words spoken by that person the night before.

The eyes of the corpse had rotted away due to the decomposition being more than half complete, leaving behind only two foul-smelling sockets.

Without eyes, it certainly couldn't open them and wake up.

So, Yang Jian didn't need to restrain the body at all now.

The ghost had forever lost its chance to awaken.

Of course, unless someone foolishly gave the ghost a pair of eyes now, only then would the ghost have the chance to break free from its nightmare.

"Next, all I have to do is wait for this body to completely decompose. No need to watch it too closely."

Yang Jian thought to himself, "And after this ghost's body has completely rotted away, will the origin of that nightmare be replaced by that dog? And thus the plan will be fully completed."

"Once the plan is completed, we can artificially create a perfect ghost controller, no more worries of ghosts reviving, no fear of death… it's just that the thing isn't a person, it's a dog."

Thinking this,

He felt envious.

He wished he could replace that dog.

Being human is complicated, especially as a ghost controller, always hovering on the brink of life and death—it's really not as good as that dog's life.

No, not just him—probably more than ninety-nine percent of ghost controllers around the world were not as lucky as that dog, having the chance to control fierce ghosts, becoming perfect ghost controllers.

But no amount of envy would be of use.

That person seemed to have prepared well in advance, not even Xiao Yuan had become an alternative, showing that he could not have such expectations either.

"Jiang Yan, go order a coffin immediately. I need it before noon, have it delivered here," after a while, Yang Jian pulled away his gaze and approached Jiang Yan to speak.

"Okay, okay," Jiang Yan nodded hurriedly, and then said, "Here's your breakfast; it's almost cold."

Yang Jian nodded, "I'm going to wash my hands."

"Ah? It's okay to just leave the corpse there?" exclaimed Jiang Yan, startled.

"It's fine. I've been watching it for over an hour; it hasn't made a move in that time. There's no reason it would react the moment I leave."

Yang Jian was unconcerned, for he had now regained his balance and had the means to counteract fierce ghosts.

"I better stick with you," decided Jiang Yan, feeling uneasy.

"Suit yourself," he replied.

After washing his hands and eating breakfast, in less than an hour, the coffin—following Jiang Yan's repeated price increases—was delivered to the village. Yang Jian placed the rotting, foul-smelling body into the wooden coffin, and only after the lid was closed did the matter come to a satisfying conclusion.

All that remained was to monitor when the body within the coffin would completely decompose.

With the supernatural incident winding down, Yang Jian too felt more relaxed. He recovered some semblance of normalcy, planning to stay home for a few days, take a break, and not return to Dachang City for the time being to avoid getting entangled in more troublesome matters.

Best to hide out for a few days.

Meanwhile, waiting for the corpse to decay.

That person had said that one day, the dog would come to him.

Yang Jian was quite looking forward to it, perhaps that creature would become his helper. There was no reason to go through all this trouble to raise an Evil Hound, only for it to turn on him.

If that were the case, Yang Jian would be so angry that he would kill the dog with a single blow.