Mysterious Revival

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"Do you think that Yang Jian can easily walk out of this house?"

After Yang Jian had left for a moment, Nagase, who stood at the entrance of the house, leaned against the door and suddenly asked with a smile, "I saw him enter and then disappear from sight shortly after. Mishima's perception should be accurate this time; this house indeed harbors wandering malevolent spirits."

"He's likely to encounter danger."

The middle-aged man's mouth moved as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to utter the words, instead squatting beside the road, smoking a cigarette with a worried expression on his face.

"Please do not make such speculations; Mister Yang is sure to come back safely," Keiko said.

"Bored of idling, discuss, discuss. Miss Keiko, you seem quite concerned about Mister Yang's safety, don't you? Shouldn't you be more concerned about your own situation? It's very easy for an ordinary person to die here, and your Mister Yang seems cold to the point of being unsociable," Nagase added.

"Actually, I do hope something unfortunate happens to Mister Yang. At least it would allow us to end this mission early. If we continue to stay here, those of us with insufficient powers are sure to die," he said.

Speaking thus, Nagase looked up at the dim sky.

It seemed that another completely decayed Dead Man's Head had fallen somewhere in the city, but at the same time, somewhere else in the city, a pale-faced Dead Man's Head rose up.

Clearly, there were still several survivors in the city; this was an unlucky fellow who had just been killed by a malevolent spirit.

"Nagase, I think we still have to take responsibility here. This is Kobe City, our place, and our president went to great lengths to seek help from abroad. Your thoughts are a disgrace," the middle-aged man squatting and smoking suddenly countered.

Nagase, however, kept smiling and didn't care about his attitude, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a huge force pushing him from behind.

The door he was leaning against was now closing again; it seemed an invisible supernatural power within the house was influencing everything.

"Hmm?"

Nagase reacted quickly, adjusting his stance to brace against the closing door, but the powerful force kept pushing his body forward.

"This force..."

His expression changed; he was unable to resist this power. If he didn't let go and move away in time, he guessed he would be crushed alive by the closing door.

"What's going on?"

The others also saw Nagase's predicament and were immediately startled, realizing that the house had begun exhibiting abnormalities. Almost subconsciously, they started to retreat.

Keiko, being an ordinary person, was at a loss, while Mishima, the woman, was even more overwhelmed. Sensing the malevolent spirit wandering in the house, she panicked and moved far away, not daring to get any closer. If it were not for some restraint, she would have run away by now.

At that very moment.

On the second floor of the house.

Yang Jian had already opened the sliding door and entered the room where there had been noises.

This seemed to be the master bedroom of the household. It was quite spacious and tidy, without any signs of mess or damage, as if the homeowners had made an effort to clean up before they left. But the stench of decay in this room was even richer than elsewhere.

It was as if this was the source, and the odors throughout the house were all emanating from here.

"There's something wrong with this room."

At that moment, Yang Jian increased the number of his Ghost Eyes, allowing his gaze to cover every corner of the room, to detect anything amiss.

Finally, his gaze settled on the wardrobe in the room.

The Ghost Eyes could not peer into it, and he also sensed great danger. This feeling made Yang Jian hesitant.

Under normal circumstances, he would never touch the wardrobe.

But the Ghost Child had disappeared inside the house, and if the child could be anywhere, it was undoubtedly inside this wardrobe.

"Let's take a look."

After a brief hesitation, Yang Jian made his decision. He believed that if there were ghosts in this house, they should be within the realm of the Ghost Domain Knocker, and therefore not terribly frightening. He should be able to withstand them.

Innate confidence took over.

He immediately walked up to the wardrobe and opened the door with a cold, darkened palm.

"Thunk!"

Suddenly, an adult male's corpse fell from the wardrobe. The body was decayed and foul-smelling, having been left for many days, and was unrecognizable. But strangely, this corpse wasn't wearing any clothes; it was completely stripped naked.

And it wasn't just a single corpse.

The wardrobe was stuffed full of bodies. Yang Jian could roughly discern there were at least six or seven based on limbs and heads protruding outward, including both men and women, each varying in decay. The freshest appeared to have died only yesterday, the body still retaining a hint of healthy complexion.

Like building blocks, the twisted and compressed bodies filled the not-so-large wardrobe to the brim, leaving no gaps.

Moreover, all the bodies, like the one that had just fallen, were naked, and the clothing of these victims could not be found in the room.

Yang Jian's face changed slightly as he looked at the wardrobe full of corpses, feeling that the footsteps he had heard downstairs earlier came from one of these bodies.

That is to say, the ghost might be one of the corpses within the wardrobe.

As for which one, Yang Jian couldn't tell in such a short time because all the corpses here bore signs of supernatural invasion, unlike normal deaths.

"Found it."

Suddenly.

As Yang Jian's Ghost Eyes moved, he saw a corner of a garment on the spot where the male corpse had just fallen.

The garment was familiar—it was clearly the style of a shroud, and the Ghost Shroud had always been worn by the Ghost Child. Thus, it seemed that after the Ghost Child had entered the house, it had been attacked by the malevolent spirit and then pulled into this wardrobe, ending up among these bodies.

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The closet door closed, and everything fell into silence, but the Ghost Child was trapped inside, unable to escape.

He roughly judged the situation before and believed that it should be like this.

"Even a Ghost Child wearing a shroud can be attacked and dragged into the closet without resistance, the ghosts in this house are very aggressive, and it seems that they are not brought here by the Door Knocking Ghost but are local supernatural events in Kobe City. This house is a cursed place; it just happens to be brought into the limelight by the Door Knocking Ghost incident," he thought.

Yang Jian felt an inexplicable chill,

If this was indeed the case, then once the ghosts here gave up on continuing to suppress the Ghost Child, they would likely turn to attack him.

"The Ghost Child cannot be abandoned; it still has a lot of potential to grow, it cannot be left trapped here by this cursed house." Yang Jian knew that the Ghost Child was not dead, at least the ghost in this house was not yet capable of killing the Ghost Child.

So he decided to take action.

Once again he reached out and pulled the corpse that was stuffed in the closet down.

Yang Jian's Ghost Hand possessed an unstoppable ability to suppress a ghost. This power came from the Ghost Coffin, having stolen a part of the Ghost Envoy's puzzle, and it did not weaken over time or with increased use, a clear improvement over the counterfeit he had made before.

There were no strange phenomena after the Ghost Hand touched the corpse, and he easily pulled it down.

As the bodies continued to fall to the floor, Yang Jian discovered the Ghost Child buried inside.

The Ghost Child's body was squeezed between two corpses, its one dark blue arm pushing, but the Ghost Child was still unable to push the pressed bodies away. The corpse on top of it was like a heavy coffin, firmly pressing down on the Ghost Child, making it immobile.

It wasn't that the Ghost Child lacked strength, but these bodies possessed supernatural elements, unlike ordinary corpses, they couldn't be overcome with strength alone.

But next to the Ghost Child, it was wet, and corpse fluid kept flowing down, accelerating the decay of the adjacent body.

Although the Ghost Child was being pressed down, it was also using corpse fluid to corrode the bodies.

At this rate, the Ghost Child would eventually be able to get out, but it would take a long time.

"Hasn't the ghost appeared yet?"

Yang Jian moved a male corpse from the top, slightly freeing the Ghost Child, but his ghostly vision still kept an eye on every movement around.

Soon, the Ghost Child could move.

It jumped out of the closet, regaining its freedom.

"Take out that Dead Man's Head," Yang Jian said.

He felt he had been too cautious. If he had taken out the rotting Dead Man's Head from the Ghost Child's backpack earlier, the Ghost Child might not have ended up in this situation, after all, the Ghost Child's weak point was the lack of ability to confront other ghosts.

That was also intentional on Yang Jian's part, afraid it would be hard to deal with if it lost control one day.

The Ghost Child began to lift the Dead Man's Head from its backpack.

But just then, as if the Ghost Child's escape had broken some kind of balance within the house, it shifted the attention of the ghost.

At that moment, the sliding doors in Yang Jian's room were violently closed, and at the same time, the rotting corpses scattered on the floor all opened their eyes. Moreover, there seemed to be some movement in the closet that had just held many corpses.

Something was about to emerge from the bottom of those bodies.

Yang Jian noticed these anomalies. He only saw the tattered clothes piled under those bodies, soaked with bloodstains, presumably stripped from the dead.

"Leave this place."

Yang Jian didn't want to entangle with the ghosts here. He immediately prepared to leave with the Ghost Child,

The Ghost Child held the Dead Man's Head in its arms, and as soon as it appeared, a pair of grey-white, numb eyes stared at the closet ahead.

The noise from the closet subsided momentarily.

Then the Ghost Child followed Yang Jian and turned to leave.

The noise from the closet resumed and even intensified, but now the direction the Dead Man's Head faced had changed.

Although the room's sliding door had been firmly closed, as soon as it was stared at by the Dead Man's Head, it slammed open.

The supernatural influence that belonged to this house was being suppressed.

Yang Jian quickly evacuated, soon leaving the room and descending the staircase to the second floor.

But as soon as he left, the remaining bodies in the closet all fell down, each body with eyes wide open, as if refusing to close in death.

But at the very back of the closet, amid the buried ragged clothes, a grotesque corpse suddenly sat up straight.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Having reached the first floor, Yang Jian heard the sound above again, the heavy thump of a corpse on the wooden boards.

Unlike before, the direction of the sound had changed; it seemed to be... following down the stairs.

"Has it targeted me?"

Yang Jian's gaze darkened as he quickly retreated with the Ghost Child, following the way they had come.

However, this house had undergone some unknown changes due to the ghost's influence. While it seemed there was no alteration inside the house, once someone entered, they would find it complicated and eerie. Though it seemed just a few steps should take him to the door, Yang Jian kept moving through the hallway.

The exit seemed to have vanished ahead.

But looking back, everything behind seemed unchanged.

The bodies that had emerged from the closet were still active, and although Yang Jian didn't see the ghost coming after them, he could clearly hear it descending the stairs, drawing ever closer, without any decrease in speed.