Mysterious Revival

"I'm here to rescue you, where are you now?" Yang Jian stepped through the Ghost Fog and returned to the deserted hotel once more.

He was within his own Ghost Domain, ensuring his safety.

The voice of Feng Quan immediately rang out from the cellphone; "I'm on the fourth floor, room 005. You should have passed by here before; I heard your footsteps, but I wasn't sure it was you, so I didn't call for help."

"Then you're really out of luck, wait for me, I'll be there shortly," Yang Jian said calmly.

Feng Quan's luck was indeed poor. If he had called for help when Yang Jian first entered, with the headquarters' orders, Yang Jian would have been compelled to save him even if he didn't want to.

But now things were different. He had ventured deep into the hotel and found this bizarre newspaper that could alter a person's memory, making the weakened Feng Quan an excellent test subject. If successful, it would prove that the words written on the human skin were correct, and the method to control the two Ghost Faces was also feasible.

Just, Tong Qian was an absolutely unacceptable choice for a target.

Soon.

Yang Jian arrived at hotel room 005 on the fourth floor.

This was a normal area; strictly speaking, there should be no danger, assuming the wandering ghost of the hotel did not appear nearby.

To be cautious, Yang Jian's Ghost Domain went straight through the walls and covered the door, enveloping the inside completely.

Immediately, all the conditions inside the room were laid bare before his eyes.

At this moment, Feng Quan laid on a bed, holding his satellite positioning cellphone. He hadn't turned on the lights; in the dimness, he even suppressed his breathing to the lowest level to maintain a corpse-like silence, avoiding any unnecessary movements that might disturb the terrible supernatural entity wandering through this hotel.

However, Feng Quan's condition was not good.

His body was only half intact.

Yang Jian had not seen it wrong; Feng Quan's body was cut in half at the waist, leaving only half a torso. But there was no blood flowing from the wound, nor could one see blood or internal organs—it seemed to be blocked by a thick layer of muck.

"Did the second ghost's ability prevent Feng Quan from dying?" Yang Jian's eyes shifted slightly. "But looking at his injuries, he definitely carelessly stepped on the footprints of the ghost wandering in the hotel and was sliced in half at the waist with one cut."

"You look much worse than last time; at least then you had a Ghost Coffin to sleep in. This time, you can only lie in bed and wait for death."

He walked in, and the dim room quickly brightened.

A strange red light enveloped the surroundings.

Feng Quan glanced around and said, "Is it really okay to use your Ghost Domain like this? Just going up to the fourth floor requires the ability of a fierce ghost. Using ghost powers so frequently, even someone who controls two ghosts wouldn't last long, right?"

"You still have the mindset to worry about my fierce ghost's revival. You should be more concerned about yourself," Yang Jian said with a smile and then walked over.

"Take me out of here to the outside Ghost Fog. My lower half was taken away by a ghost in the Ghost Fog. With your ability, you can find it for me, restrain it again, and help me put my body back together," Feng Quan said.

As one of the few people who had dealt with Yang Jian, he was aware of the powers of Yang Jian's other ghost.

"We can talk about that later. What's this on you?" Yang Jian pointed at the wound on his lower half. "Mud?"

Feng Quan's gaze shifted slightly. "Can we not talk about this?"

"If you don't tell me, it's hard for me to trust you. Your file only describes the Ghost Fog; it doesn't mention this stuff. If it's dangerous, I have to be on guard," Yang Jian said.

Given the circumstances, although Feng Quan desperately wanted to conceal his information, he had no choice but to say, "This is Grave Soil, something bizarre. It can suppress the revival of my Ghost Fog, preventing the ghost within the Ghost Fog from taking shape. But this stuff is also very dangerous; it's gradually eroding me."

After saying that, he lifted a hand.

That hand had almost lost its shape and had become a lump of dark brown soil.

"I can feel the Grave Soil increasing over time, and eventually, it will form a mound and bury me. Without the restriction of the other ghost, the speed of this erosion is beyond my imagination," Feng Quan spoke.

"Not a bad ghost entity; at least you'll have a grave after death," Yang Jian commented.

Feng Quan looked at Yang Jian. "Is it really okay for you to chat with me while maintaining your Ghost Domain? You're the most wasteful user of power I've ever seen; usually, such people don't live very long."

"So I'm the exception," Yang Jian grinned and then moved to the bedside, reaching out and taking the satellite positioning cellphone out of Feng Quan's hand.

With a light press, he cut off the communication.

"Hm?" Feng Quan's expression changed slightly. "What are you trying to do?"

Yang Jian also disconnected his own cellphone; "Just a little experiment. As compensation for rescuing you, I think you won't refuse, since I also don't trust you. Whether you will be friend or foe once I save you is still up for debate. But to ensure we are friends in the future, I need to add a little insurance."

"Don't worry, it won't have any effect on you."

"Yang Jian, don't be reckless. If I die here, it won't do you any good. The headquarters will definitely suspect you. Although you've resolved the Hungry Ghost incident in Dachang City, framing a colleague is a serious crime. Right now, the headquarters is implementing the Captain plan. If you mess up at this crucial moment, you're as good as giving up the chance to become a Captain," Feng Quan immediately chided.

Even though he didn't know what Yang Jian was planning to do, it definitely wasn't anything good.

"Who said I was going to frame you? I'm actually helping you," Yang Jian said very seriously. "In your current state, even if you are rescued, you'll quickly die outside. If you want to survive, don't resist. That way, it's good for you, good for me, good for everyone."

Having said that, he didn't care whether Feng Quan agreed or not; he was going to conduct this experiment.

"Yang Jian, you will regret doing this," Feng Quan said, his face turning somewhat fierce.

Yang Jian replied, "You don't even know what I'm going to do. How can you be sure that I'll regret it? I don't want to waste words. In short, if you cooperate with me, you can live. Don't think of me as too cruel."

After he finished speaking, the Headless Ghost Shadow at his feet slowly stood up.

Since he was going to experiment, he needed to suppress the other ghost inside Feng Quan's body. Thus, Ghost Shadow needed to invade Feng Quan's body.

The Headless Ghost Shadow stretched out its hand and grabbed Feng Quan's wrist. The pitch-black shadow flowed into his body like water along his wrist.

Feng Quan felt an icy breath invading one of his arms, making his body lose sensation in the affected area as if it no longer belonged to him but to someone else.

"Yang Jian, I always knew you had ill intentions towards me. Zhao Lei was right; you deserve to die," Feng Quan suddenly exclaimed with madness in his eyes.

The dark brown grave soil on his body seemed to come alive, writhing and multiplying at an unimaginable pace.

From Feng Quan's waist, the dark brown grave soil spread out, connecting to his legs, and soon actually formed two legs.

Two legs formed from the clustered grave soil.

At that moment, Feng Quan suddenly leaped up from the bed and lunged at Yang Jian.

The grave soil kept sticking to his body and couldn't be shaken off. As more and more accumulated, Yang Jian ended up like he was stuck in a marsh, being rapidly covered and engulfed by the grave soil.

"Let's die together," Feng Quan roared frantically.

The grave soil, like a resurgent ferocious ghost, covered Yang Jian's body and also swallowed Feng Quan's body, and the whole process took only around five seconds from start to finish.

It was so fast that it was impossible to react.

By the time everything was over, the room immediately fell into a dead silence.

A modestly sized grave mound eerily stood there.

At the top of the mound, a head emerged.

It was Feng Quan's head.

As for Yang Jian, he was completely covered by the grave soil, buried in this eerie dirt.

"Did it succeed?" Feng Quan cracked a smile, seemingly pleased with just his head exposed, feeling a sense of vengeance fulfilled.

But his situation was also dire.

The lone head protruding from the soil was also slowly sinking, seemingly about to submerge into the newly formed grave mound, becoming one of the corpses inside.

"So you know Zhao Lei... indeed, you've been attacked by a ghost, and your memory has been altered." However, before Feng Quan could enjoy his triumph, Yang Jian's voice unexpectedly rang out again in the room.

There was no one around, yet a voice could be heard.

The sound made Feng Quan's face instantly stiffen.

"Impossible," he widened his eyes in shock and horror, scanning the surroundings, trying to find Yang Jian's position.

"Nothing is impossible. If I'm going to take action against you, I'll certainly be prepared. Otherwise, why would I maintain the Ghost Domain? If I want to escape, it's just a matter of moments. Do you think you could have succeeded?" Yang Jian's figure gradually became visible.

He still stood beside the bed.

Just on the other side.

"I clearly saw the shadow behind you... you couldn't have left using the Ghost Domain," Feng Quan said through gritted teeth.

"You thought things through, but you took too long to act. Forget five seconds; even one second is enough for me to respond. Otherwise, what are all these eyes for?" Yang Jian pointed to the crimson, eerie eye on his forehead.

In the Ghost Domain, he could see everything that happened; there were no blind spots.