Mysterious Revival

Chapter 563: 560

The dim, silent corridor was graced by the figure that had emerged from the haunted painting, standing rigid at the entrance of the dormitory room, motionless as if it were a corpse whose life had ceased, seemingly waiting for the next victim after having killed the last qualified person. But currently, no new target was in sight.

The atmosphere at the scene was particularly heavy.

Neither Wang Quan and his companions nor Yang Jian made a sound.

All were waiting.

Wang Quan was waiting for Yang Jian’s move, while Yang Jian was waiting for any movement from the ghost.

In the absence of certainty about the true source, the best course of action for Yang Jian was to wait and see if the ghost would continue to kill.

If the killing continued, then it was highly likely that the source of the event wasn’t the haunted painting Yang Jian was currently holding, but the ghost from within the painting. The painting might just be a vessel, much like the face-covering cloth he had encountered before, where the cloth itself wasn’t the issue but rather the bizarre crying face on it—the ghost.

Conversely, if there was no further disturbance, as was currently the case, then it could be conjectured that the painting was the source, and he wouldn’t need to take any action.

Besides, Yang Jian had one more drastic measure up his sleeve.

And once that balance was lost, the Ghost Eye, teetering on the brink of revival, would swiftly claim Yang Jian’s life.

Yang Jian was well aware of the risks and wouldn’t gamble on it; the current situation didn’t warrant such a risk in his view, especially since Miao Xiaoshan was already safe. There was no need to risk his life for a bunch of strangers.

Probably more than a minute passed.

The ghost remained still.

It seemed that in this building, it could no longer find a target that met its criteria, and thus the ghost fell into a quiescent state, maintaining the same posture.

“What exactly is the pattern to this thing’s killings? It’s not touch, nor seeing it,” Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed slightly, trying to discern more clearly.

He had previously thought that one would be attacked by the haunted painting upon seeing it. Yet not only had he seen it, but so had others, and yet they had not become targets of the painting. Now, with the painting in his grasp and having made contact with it, the ghost from the painting still showed no interest in him.

It didn’t even turn in his direction.

From what had happened earlier, there must have been a student lingering in dorm room 402 who met the killing criteria of the haunted painting, hence the ghost from the painting had come.

“It’s not sound either. Wang Quan was loud when he spoke earlier, and yet the ghost didn’t go after him to kill him,” Yang Jian eliminated another possible condition.

“But from the international files we saw, it’s clear that those killed by the haunted painting definitely had some contact with it.”

Yang Jian attempted to analyze the information; if he could figure out the killing pattern in advance, he would have a high chance of survival when facing this ghostly entity in the future.

Another minute of stalemate passed.

Seeing the ghost still hadn’t made a move, Yang Jian decided not to wait any longer.

Delaying might also be one of the ghost’s traps. Faced with a haunted painting that could become an S-class supernatural event upon

“Mister Yang, mission accomplished,” Wang Quan said, unable to hide his relief as Yang Jian approached.

At that moment, Yang Jian’s expression suddenly changed, his gaze fixed on something behind Wang Quan.

The ghost, at this very moment, started to move.

The ghost, which had been standing motionless, suddenly turned its head. Its indistinct face looked towards Wang Quan and then slowly walked toward him.

Had the ghost’s killing trigger been activated?

Wang Quan noticed Yang Jian’s abruptly altered gaze, and his body stiffened.

Could it be… A terrifying conjecture formed in his mind.

“Keep walking, don’t stop, leave it to me to handle,” Yang Jian said with a cold face, staring down the ghost that was drawing nearer.

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan’s face was covered in cold sweat, his back already chilled.

Indeed, his guess was right; the ghost had followed him.

While others were afraid, Yang Jian was not; for him, this was the best opportunity.

An opportunity to ensure that the Ghost Painting was dealt with without fail.

Very soon.

Wang Quan was close now; he walked to where Yang Jian was.

The ghost from the painting had also completely come over, its pale, porcelain-like hands raised as if about to grab Wang Quan’s shoulders.

Feeling the familiar chill at the back of his neck, and catching a glimpse of the hand that was about to reach his shoulder, Wang Quan

The pair of hands that had been reaching out from the painting were gone, turning back into hands within the painting.

The oil painting had once again reverted to its previous, ordinary appearance.