Mysterious Revival

In the dim cemetery, the rhythmic clinking of tapping resounded.

Ghosts wandering the cemetery were inscribing tombstones, leaving the names of the living upon them.

Once a new name was completed, the person with that name within the cemetery would be buried, forever remaining in this field of graves, becoming a slowly decaying and vanishing corpse in an old tomb.

Yang Jian, expressionless, still walked briskly along the muddy path lined with mounds of graves, despite the tapping sounds.

The ghost's efficiency in killing was too slow.

Killing only one person at a time, if it weren't for the bad luck of being targeted earlier, he wouldn't have been so anxious.

After all, having figured out the method of murder, he had some confidence.

Soon.

The group returned the way they came, seeming to have wasted their time on this trip, recklessly losing Luo Su Yi, a member of the supernatural forum, and nearly causing Yang Jian to perish in this haunted place.

But this waste was not without benefit.

Yang Jian now held the key clues and methods to resolve the situation at hand.

"Captain Yang, there's a blank tombstone here with no inscription on it."

Suddenly.

The blank tombstone was quickly located, which wasn't as hard to find as imagined. Despite the large cemetery, the majority had names and portraits, but there were quite a few blank ones.

A member of the supernatural forum shouted loudly, pointing to a tombstone in front of an old grave.

The tombstone was made of bluestone, and whether it was affected by the environment here or not, the stone was a mix of dark green and black, gloomy and cold, making people feel uncomfortable.

As if it was infected with a terrible curse.

"Who has a small knife? Give it to me," Yang Jian immediately walked over to the tombstone and said.

Immediately.

A member of the supernatural forum handed over a folding knife he was carrying.

Yang Jian took it without a word of thanks and squatted down in front of the tombstone, trying to carve the name of the old Mrs. Liu, Liu Lan, with the knife.

However, the sharp blade left no mark whatsoever on the bluestone tombstone; it was as if it had scraped against diamond. No, it might even be harder than diamond, nothing like any material of this world should be.

A strange curse lingered on this tombstone.

Under the influence of supernatural powers, a mere pocket knife had no effect.

"This tombstone is so hard? Captain Yang, step aside, let me try," Sun Rui stepped forward, having realized something. He took out a gun and fired directly at the tombstone.

Bang!

The sound of the gunshot left the tombstone unscathed, the bullet deflected off, spraying dirt around and almost causing an accidental injury.

"This is not a regular tombstone; it's an object of the supernatural, or it has been eroded by some kind of supernatural force, undergoing an incredible change. We can't use common sense to deal with this tombstone anymore. I have researched this before. Ordinary objects, once imbued with supernatural essences, become very unusual, going beyond the boundaries of physics and science," Sun Rui said as he put down the gun and shook his head. "This thing might remain intact even if we blow it up with a bomb, wait, I get it now. You want to use the knife to carve the old Mrs. Liu's name? You want to use the curse on this tombstone to eliminate her, turning the curse against the ghost. What a genius idea, I can't believe you thought of that."

Suddenly, he had guessed Yang Jian's intention and was astounded.

From his recent venture, Yang Jian had found a way to break this dreadful situation.

For a moment, Sun Rui felt a surge of surprise, for this meant they were no longer passively awaiting death, having found a method to fight back.

However, seeing Yang Jian's inability to leave a mark on the tombstone, Sun Rui frowned deeply.

He considered his own methods... which seemed ineffective.

"You've reminded me. Ordinary objects can't affect things of the supernatural, so I too need a special tool to leave a mark on this tombstone," Yang Jian realized.

That's why Ghost Hand's tool for inscribing was a Coffin Nail.

A Coffin Nail can suppress all fierce spirits, and the moment it touches a tombstone, it can turn an object of the supernatural back into an ordinary tombstone.

And naturally, names could be carved into an ordinary tombstone with a Coffin Nail.

Once the name was carved, and the Coffin Nail no longer touched the tombstone,

The curse on the tombstone would return.

And a terrifying method of murder would take form.

Yang Jian truly had no Coffin Nail in his hand, perfect for suppressing the curse on the tombstone, but he possessed an item of the supernatural that was just as powerful.

The rusty, eerie Firewood Knife.

A knife that could ignore supernatural influence and dismember even fierce ghosts, the curse on the tombstone probably couldn't withstand it.

The next moment.

Yang Jian took out the firewood knife he carried with him.

The knife, full of rust and stained with dried, darkened blood, exuded an inexplicable aura.

It was disconcerting; even ferocious ghosts would feel fear.

"This is..." Sun Rui, Li Yang, even the others were staring intently at the strange knife in Yang Jian's hand.

Especially Li Yang, he had seen this object in Yang Jian's hands before.

In the World of Ghost Drawing.

But he had only seen Yang Jian take it out, never using it.

"An unknown object with supernatural power?" Sun Rui speculated in his heart.

Yang Jian was not afraid to expose the bizarre knife to them; as long as the others didn't know the killing pattern and the horrific extent of the knife, it would remain just an unknown object to most, a mystery.

So, it didn't matter if it was seen, as long as no information was revealed.

"Carving on this tombstone, I wonder if it will cause me harm from the knife," Yang Jian thought silently.

The curse of the knife was equally terrifying.

Without triggering the medium, if he directly chopped at a ghost, he would sustain the same injuries on himself, and not even Ghost Shadow could heal the wounds. Only after completing the trade with Ghost Cabinet and clearing the curse could he recover.

If the medium was directly triggered, the curse would be even more dreadful.

It would consume an entire ghost suppression quota from Yang Jian.

Yang Jian now had only one quota left for suppressing ghosts, meaning he had one more chance to strike with the knife. After that, he would lose balance and face the risk of ghosts reviving.

Thus, this tool could only be used in a dire situation.

At this moment, without hesitation,

Yang Jian, holding the rust-covered, eerie firewood knife, began to carve on the blank tombstone in front of him.

The tombstone that had not shown any marks from bullets before now seemed as fragile as tofu, leaving a deep notch as the knife passed over it.

"It works; the knife can leave a mark on it. Indeed, to counter a supernatural object, one needs another supernatural object. The principle of fighting ghosts with ghosts is the same," Sun Rui's previously sunken heart brightened instantly at the sight.

"Captain Yang, quickly; after carving that ghost's name, completely bury it here. If there's no grave number 78, we'll create one ourselves, and then we'll be able to complete the delivering mission successfully," Sun Rui urged.

Li Yang also breathed a sigh of relief on the side.

It seemed that they had found the key to breaking through this deadly situation.

With the right method, it appeared to be easier than imagined. Luo Su Yi's death was truly wrongful, targeted right from the start.

If he had lived until now, he would surely be safe and sound.

Indeed, in supernatural events, luck is also very important.

Yang Jian carved the name quickly.

Soon, the first character was complete; a 'Liu' appeared on the tombstone.

After the carving of the character was finished, the engraved mark began to bleed outwards, like red paint seeping out, staining the character red.

He continued to carve the second character.

The strokes of 'Lan' were few, and quickly, the second character was also completed.

Liu Lan's name appeared on the blank tombstone.

This was Old Lady Liu's name, now suspected to be the fierce ghost within the cemetery, so the curse targeting the ghost was fulfilled.

But, just as Yang Jian finished carving the name Liu Lan,

The distant knocking sound also suddenly ceased. At some unknown location, the desiccated, deathly pale Old Lady Liu, dressed in black mourner's garb, gripping an old coffin nail, finished carving the last person's name, seemingly managing to do so just before Yang Jian could act.

Although the ghost carved the name slower than Yang Jian, it had started earlier than him.

The horrific curse targeting the fifth person took form.

However, as soon as the ghost finished carving that name, before it could act,

suddenly,

the soil beneath the ghost loosened, and in an instant, it sank into the ground, leaving only half of its stiff, cold body visible.

The ghost, as if immobilized, made no move, just staring ahead with a wrinkly, pallid face, numb and sluggish.

The ghost made no struggle at all as it rapidly sank downward.

In just a moment,

The wandering ghost of the cemetery completely sank into the soil and vanished, along with the coffin nail in its hand, all disappearing without a trace.