Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian, carrying the half-body of Feng Quan, left the hotel again.

On the road, he inquired about the situation of Guo Fan.

After all, Feng Quan and Guo Fan acted together, and now while Feng Quan was alive, the other ghost controller, Guo Fan, was still missing.

"I don't know where Guo Fan is. He has turned off the communication and is in hiding. But according to my estimation, he should not be dead. He must have some secrets to hide, which is why he chose to split up and protect himself," Feng Quan recalled the situation at that time.

"Does that mean Guo Fan is still here, in this hotel?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, and he looked back.

Feng Quan said, "Eight or nine out of ten, yes. But since that ghost attacked me and I lost half of my body, he definitely isn't faring much better."

"Then let's not worry about him for now. I'm not particularly close to the guy anyway, so I'll let him fend for himself." Yang Jian thought for a moment and felt that whether Guo Fan was alive or dead wouldn't affect his next moves, so he didn't care too much.

After leaving the hotel, both of them were in the midst of the Ghost Fog.

At this moment, Feng Quan spoke, "My other half is within the Ghost Fog. We need to lure that ghost out and restrain it. I'm afraid that's going to be a tough job for you, Brother Tui, but the Ghost Fog isn't difficult to deal with. With your abilities, I believe you can suppress it rather easily."

"What's the pattern?" Yang Jian asked directly.

Feng Quan said, "The ghost within the Ghost Fog targets based on the movements inside the fog. If someone runs around in the Ghost Fog, they will quickly be found and killed by the ghost. The way to survive is to stand still and not move. As long as you do not stir the Ghost Fog, that ghost won't attack you."

"Of course, that's only in all likelihood and not a certainty. The ghost in the Ghost Fog keeps moving, and if you happen to come into contact with it, it will still kill. Hence, the only thing a regular person sucked into the Ghost Fog can do is stand still, waiting for the fog to dissipate. You must not run or shout."

Having heard this, Yang Jian came to a realization.

No wonder he always felt like someone was following him whenever he entered or exited the Ghost Fog, but the noises would quickly disappear once he left the fog.

It was because his appearance stirred the Ghost Fog, drawing the ghost's attention.

"I'll lure that ghost out." At this moment, Yang Jian retracted the Ghost Domain, then boldly walked through the Ghost Fog with Feng Quan on his back.

The wind generated by their movement stirred up the dense fog around them. The rather greyish fog kept billowing and churning, disrupting the tranquility inside. It was like a fish suddenly leaping out of a serene lake, causing ripples to spread across the calm surface.

After walking through the thick Ghost Fog for a while, it was very quiet at first, but gradually, things started to feel off.

Shadows of human-like figures appeared faintly within the nearby fog, seemingly moving around and gradually coming closer.

There were no sounds in the dense fog, and visibility was greatly hampered.

Had it been an ordinary person, by now they would have been lost in the fog, and even if the ghost had been lured over, they wouldn't know it until it was too late, and death was upon them.

Though Yang Jian had retracted the Ghost Domain, his ghostly eye could still make out the surroundings with some effort.

The Ghost Fog affected visibility but didn't cause complete blindness.

The surrounding fog grew denser, and even breathing felt strange, with each breath bringing an inexplicable chill that made one shiver involuntarily.

"Brother Tui, that ghost is coming," Feng Quan whispered with a hint of coldness in his breath, "Doesn't it feel chilly? That's the ghost's way of killing. Once it gets close, the surrounding Ghost Fog turns into a terrible curse. Each breath, each second you stay, your body suffers from the fog's erosion."

"For ordinary people, when attacked by the ghost in the fog, just a touch is enough for their bodies to be rapidly assimilated."

Yang Jian checked his own arm and found no abnormalities; "What happens after assimilation?"

"The body turns into fog and disperses, leaving only the clothes behind. After that, the Ghost Fog becomes even denser and its range spreads further... The more people die in it, the more powerful the fog becomes. It's a growth that is terribly formidable and can't be ignored," Feng Quan said, his face full of deep concern, "My failure in this operation means a great responsibility on me if the Mist Ghost gets out."

Before he could continue, his tone suddenly changed, "It's going to appear, that ghost is nearby, I can feel it."

With his body's sensitivity to the surrounding fog, Feng Quan could accurately sense that the ghost was near the two of them.

After all, he was the one who had once controlled this ghost, and no one knew it better than him.

Yang Jian, being brave and skilled, kept his composure in the face of this ghost, which had not fully awakened. His eyes flickered, and with his ghostly eye open, he searched the dense fog around him.

Soon, his gaze locked on a spot not far to the left front, where the fog was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

A human-like silhouette within that patch of fog became clearer and closer with each passing moment. With each approach toward Yang Jian, it seemed as though the temperature around him dropped several degrees, and the invasion of the Ghost Fog became more severe.

It was a ghost that could kill merely by getting close.

"Move a bit closer." Yang Jian continued walking because this action lured the ghost, and at the same time, the shadow under his feet had formed the shape of a palm, endlessly extending towards the ghost.

Ghost Shadow was mostly suppressing the revival of Feng Quan's fierce spirit, leaving few parts available to move; it could only stretch out one hand.

But he believed that this should be enough to deal with the Ghost Fog.

About a dozen seconds passed.

The ghost within the Ghost Fog finally appeared within the sight of his ghost eyes, and the distance between them was only about five meters.

Yang Jian saw the source of the Ghost Fog clearly.

It was a humanoid figure condensed from dense fog, with limbs and facial features but extremely unstable in form, looking as though a gust of wind could blow it away and dissolve it into the surrounding fog at any moment, blending perfectly with the environment and making it nearly impossible to distinguish the fog from the ghost.

The only difference was that the ghost's form was condensed from an even denser fog, which still allowed him to barely notice it when compared to the surrounding environment.

However, the Mist Ghost was incomplete; its upper body was condensed from dense fog, while its lower body turned out to be Feng Quan's.

It moved using the legs that originally belonged to Feng Quan, seemingly unable to detach itself from that body.

"Is it because of the Grave Soil? The two ghosts have formed a restraint on each other." Yang Jian saw that with every few steps the Mist Ghost took, some dark brown soil would fall off.

That was the residual Grave Soil inside Feng Quan's body, but judging from the situation, all of it would fall off within a day or two. By then, the Mist Ghost would be completely freed, shedding the lower body of Feng Quan and returning to the Ghost Fog to merge with it.

Only then would the true revival of the Ghost Fog take place.

After the revival, the Ghost Fog might not just envelop a hotel, but several streets, or even an entire city.

"A little closer." Yang Jian walked while waiting for the Mist Ghost to come closer.

The hand formed by Ghost Shadow was already waiting by the side, ready to grab the ghost as soon as it got close enough.

The trap was primitive, and anyone could see through it, but the ghost moved in a fixed manner, indifferent to whether there was a trap or not.

Five seconds later.

The ghost from within the dense fog stepped into Yang Jian's attack range. In such a range, he didn't think there was any possibility of failure.

The Ghost Shadow lurking on the ground immediately rose up, grabbing the legs of the Mist Ghost with a pitch-black palm.

The Mist Ghost seemed to struggle and resist, but it was futile.

As the Ghost Shadow invaded, the upper body formed from dense fog began to rapidly disintegrate, and the surrounding fog also continually dissipated.

"Restriction successful," Yang Jian slowly remarked.

"Brother Tui, you're really powerful. This level of ghost poses no threat to you," Feng Quan praised with a smile, seeing the surrounding fog dissipate at an incredible rate.

It was a sign that the fierce spirit was being restrained, and the derivative supernatural phenomena would vanish.

"Let's not praise me yet. The priority is to reattach your body. The Grave Soil in your body has been revived, and the Ghost Fog is fast approaching. I don't know if the balance between the two ghosts can be restored," Yang Jian expressed his concern as he swiftly carried Feng Quan's upper body over.

He put the successfully suppressed lower body together with the upper body and used Ghost Shadow to piece them together.

It was like putting together Lego, piecing together the severed body.

Putting the body back together wasn't difficult for Yang Jian; it had become an easy task for him, but it wasn't certain whether Feng Quan would survive.

The physical state of a ghost controller is hard to predict using common sense, so it still depended on whether Feng Quan was fortunate enough.

"It's working, I can feel my lower body moving again," Feng Quan exclaimed with some surprise. Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire

Yang Jian said, "Although you've regained sensation, it's because I'm suppressing the ghost inside your body. If I were to stop, you might immediately die from the fierce spirit's revival. So the next step is crucial, as I'm going to withdraw Ghost Shadow."

"Okay, withdraw the Ghost Shadow and I'll try again. If I really die from the fierce spirit's revival, then so be it. In our line of work, there's no such thing as not dying," Feng Quan nodded, his face showing no fear.

To him, today's life was already a bonus.

If Yang Jian hadn't forcibly prolonged his life, he would have already died from the fierce spirit's revival back at the hotel. So having the chance to live now, even if it was slim, was a very pleasant surprise for him. Even if he ended up dying, he would have lived this much longer.

Yang Jian didn't say more at this moment and immediately retracted the Headless Ghost Shadow.