Mysterious Revival

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Just dozens of miles away from the training base.

Here lay a secret laboratory located in the suburbs of J city.

Earlier on, due to special circumstances, all staff of the laboratory had been evacuated from the premises as quickly as possible and the laboratory was urgently sealed.

But now, a group of ghoul tamers from headquarters had come here again and reopened the laboratory, taking some dangerous items from within.

Some dangerous things were transported away, while others were left behind due to certain risks associated with them.

"Is this the place where they kept the Ghost Coffin? Quite secure, isn't it? It's rather surprising that despite such precautions, the ghost inside managed to escape."

A group of people once again stepped into the deepest part of the laboratory.

This was a highly secure experimental area, and within this zone, one isolated room now seemed particularly conspicuous.

The room's walls were built with Gold in combination with a special steel, making them incredibly robust. Moreover, due to the gold's properties, they could prevent any supernatural intrusion. And to observe the inside of the room, a piece of transparent golden glass, which was not very clear, was installed on one of the walls.

Through this glass, everyone could see a dark red lacquered solid wood coffin placed inside the room.

The red paint looked as if it had been recently applied, and the thick wood pieces joined together gave the whole coffin a sense of solemn weight.

At first glance, the coffin looked ordinary, similar to what many rural areas would use for funerals.

But everyone in the laboratory knew this was not just any coffin but the so-called Ghost Coffin, suspected of being able to nurture fierce ghosts. Information about this Ghost Coffin had also just been declassified today; previously, it was highly confidential.

If it wasn't confirmed that the ghost from the Ghost Coffin was no longer in the laboratory, they wouldn't dare to stand around here so nonchalantly.

"The lid of the coffin has been opened; this is evidence that the ghost has left the Ghost Coffin." Jang Shangbai strode over from within the crowd, scanned the area, and concluded.

However, after speaking, he frowned, "But the eeriness of the Ghost Coffin remains. We cannot let our guard down just because the ghost has left. Who knows what dangers this sinister thing might still bring?"

He saw that the inside of the opened Ghost Coffin was dim, the bottom completely invisible, leaving a bad impression on everyone.

"Look, the lid is cracked. Did it get damaged when the ghost opened it?" Another ghoul tamer approached, pointing at the coffin lid inside the room with some unsettled doubt.

The thick red lid was now overturned on the ground. Whether it was because it fell with too much force, what was originally one whole piece had cracked down the middle. At the crack, the wood had turned dark and rotten, as if it had been buried in the earth for many years.

Wang Xiaoming's gaze shifted as he stared at that coffin lid thoughtfully.

Next to him, Li Jun's face was somber because he had witnessed many experiments in order to protect Wang Xiaoming and had some knowledge of this Ghost Coffin.

The lid of the Ghost Coffin was definitely not something that could be broken by a fall,

since this kind of experiment had been conducted in the past.

Forget about a few drops; even if a bomb was thrown at it, not a single scratch would appear.

However, the lid of the Ghost Coffin was indeed broken, split into two halves, as if it had lost some kind of strange power and could no longer maintain its previous state.

"There's nothing wrong with the Ghost Coffin; it's the lid of the Ghost Coffin that's the issue..." Wang Xiaoming had a calm expression, connecting this to the scene he witnessed when he escaped from here previously.

There had been signs that the lid of the Ghost Coffin had been moved.

Could it be that the real source of the ghost from the Ghost Coffin was this lid?

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Now that the supernatural presence had left the coffin lid, the lid itself lost its eeriness and became nothing more than an ordinary piece of wood.

While they were investigating and conducting research here.

Over at the training base, Yang Jian and the others were already facing the most dangerous crisis.

They risked their lives, overcame several threats of a group wipeout, and finally suppressed the ghosts with sheer force, momentarily halting the source of terror and preventing further murderous growth.

But this suppression wouldn't last long.

In the dim sky, those old, hanging grass ropes, like life-claiming specters, drifted towards everyone here.

These were the resurrected Ghost Ropes.

However, right now it wasn't Yang Jian in control, nor were it the Ghost Ropes themselves, but the ghost right before their eyes.

From the previous encounter, it could be determined that this ghost currently had nine entities. Yang Jian and his group had cancelled out eight with the fierce ghost, leaving only one entity—the Ghost Rope.

But this lone entity couldn't be neutralized.

It wasn't that Yang Jian's side lacked numbers, but that taking such action would have allowed the ghost to abandon its rigid, darkened corpse and reappear beside you in a new identity, like a reboot, launching a second wave of attacks.

So, all they could do was exactly this.

What to do?

At this moment, everyone panicked, sensing the urgency and danger. If they didn't find a way to deal with the situation, the revived Ghost Rope would send them all to hell.

If it were under normal circumstances.

Yang Jian could easily restrain the Ghost Rope using the Headless Ghost Shadow's power, and if combined with the Ghost Domain, even the sky-full of hanging ropes could easily be dealt with.

But now, the ghost inside his body was suppressed, utterly powerless to resist.

The Ghost Rope seemed to be the last straw that would break the camel's back.

Yang Jian's face was covered in beads of anxious sweat; he had never felt such urgency before, not even when he first entered the Caesar Hotel in Z city, where he had a semblance of self-preservation.

But now...

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"If there were still a red Ghost Candle, even half would do, we could hold on for a moment, and then I could try to alter this ghost's memory, finding a way to leave this place," he urgently needed a red Ghost Candle now, as it was their only chance of avoiding death by Ghost Rope.

"I still have a creepy cloth doll in my luggage, a gift from Shen Liang. Just a drop of my blood on the cloth doll would save my life."

Yang Jian desperately searched for a solution, weighing the few resources he had on hand.

"No, the cloth doll can only save one person, and right now, everyone here is under attack."

But he really didn't have much time left to think.

The Ghost Rope had already floated over.

Huang Ziya and another ghost manipulator didn't dare to stray too far and had just come close.

Several people, including the ghost in the middle, were less than three meters apart.

Yang Jian kept a tight gaze on the Ghost Rope around Qian Yi's neck, with half of it wrapped in gold foil, which he had placed for the purpose of identifying the source of the Ghost Rope.

As long as the source of the Ghost Rope was suppressed, the ropes filling the sky would vanish.

But he couldn't do that.

Because the other end of the Ghost Rope was connected to the body of a ghost, apparently becoming a part of the ghost's body.

Once the Ghost Rope was suppressed, it would mean suppressing the ghost, and there was a very high possibility that the reset rule would be triggered.

As he was contemplating this,

a Ghost Rope had already touched Huang Ziya, merely brushing against her once, but the old straw rope eerily looped itself around her neck, instantly tightening and hoisting her into the air.

"Ah!"

Huang Ziya's face turned red in an instant, her tongue nearly protruding as the immense force from the Ghost Rope almost strangled her to death.

But she resisted.

The Ghost Rope holding her snapped, and Huang Ziya fell to the ground, pale and panting for breath.@@novelbin@@

Clearly, she had used a ghost's power to survive the attack.

But such attacks were not one-off occurrences.

More and more straw ropes were drifting over.

"Yang Jian, if you don't come up with a solution soon, we're all going to die," another ghost master cried out in shock and anger, feeling death and despair, but not wanting to die so easily here.

"There's no time, Yang Jian, any method will do."

Zhang Lei was also urging him, as he saw a Ghost Rope plummeting straight towards his head.

Since he had to suppress the ghost, he couldn't dodge; otherwise, if he let go, the balance would be disrupted, and the ghost's power would become even more terrifying.

Wang Jiang also looked at Yang Jian in horror, seemingly putting all his hopes on him.

The reason everyone had made it this far was actually thanks to Yang Jian's leadership; without him, they would have been wiped out long ago.

"Ghost Candle."

Yang Jian bit his teeth and roared, "Someone pick up the lit Ghost Candle on the ground and leave, draw the Ghost Ropes away. The Ghost Ropes should prioritize attacking the person holding the candle. Believe me, this is the only way to survive now."

What?

The others were stunned upon hearing this.

To have someone take this white-lit Ghost Candle and draw away all the Ghost Ropes?

Isn't that tantamount to a death sentence?

Perhaps success could buy time, but the person in action would have no chance of leaving alive.

But then, Yang Jian quickly added, "I have a rag doll in my hand, drop a drop of blood on it when you're in danger, it could save your life, there's a high probability it could prevent death. Huang Ziya and you, you two are the only ones who can move now, who will do it? Hurry up, there's no time left."

As he spoke, he took out a rag doll that was sewn crookedly.

This was the best method Yang Jian could think of in a short amount of time.

To use a person holding the Ghost Candle to lure away the Ghost Ropes, then use the rag doll in a moment of danger to save a life, thereby solving the crisis.

But talking was easy.

The action required courage, and it involved risk.

Because there was a possibility of failure, and Yang Jian's words weren't sufficient to make the remaining two people believe.

Perhaps the so-called rag doll was a trick, just trying to coax someone into sacrificing themselves.

Huang Ziya and the other ghost master looked at each other at that moment.

It had to be one of them who acted; the rest needed to stay by the side of the ghost to maintain balance and couldn't move.

"Trust Yang Jian, this is the only way, or else we'll all die here," Zhang Lei growled.

The Ghost Ropes were now less than a meter above their heads.

Since the speed of the drifting Ghost Ropes wasn't particularly fast, they still had about ten seconds to act.

Once the Ghost Ropes began their attack, it would only take about three seconds for someone to be hung.

Even if they weren't hanged instantly, the fragile balance would be destroyed.

"Yang Jian, I believe you, I'll do it."

The woman named Huang Ziya clenched her teeth, picked up the white Ghost Candle burning on the ground without saying another word, rushed to Yang Jian's side, took the eerie rag doll, then ran off without looking back.

She ran swiftly, her figure soon becoming blurry and disappearing into the darkness before their eyes.

At the same time,

the Ghost Ropes that had been hanging from the sky now changed direction, drifting towards where Huang Ziya had fled.

It worked.

Seeing this, everyone felt a surge of relief, understanding that they had once again escaped death.

But whether Huang Ziya, who took the Ghost Candle and drew away the Ghost Ropes, would be in danger, there was no time to worry about that now.

Because there were more important things to do.

Yang Jian quickly diverted his attention.

He saw the bloodstained newspaper sticking to the Ghost Face starting to slowly slide off, as if the time had come, and the face of the dead person on the ghost's head also began to slide away.

The most crucial step of the plan had succeeded.

The ghost's face had been taken down by the newspaper.

Yang Jian began to get excited because if the memory modification succeeded, they had a great chance of surviving.

Of course, if it failed, then naturally, it was all over.