Mysterious Revival

Right when Yang Jian and Ye Zhen began to fight.

Sun Rui swiftly arrived at the Mingzhu Building where the Supernatural Forum was located, and happened to run into some key members of the forum as they were about to rush to the scene.

"Sun Rui?"

The leading manager halted his steps, immediately signaling everyone to pause: "What are you doing here?"

He was very vigilant.

Instantly, he suspected Sun Rui had infiltrated the building with ill intent while the boss Ye Zhen was away, or perhaps it was a ploy by Yang Jian to draw the tiger from the mountain, pretending to fight with Ye Zhen while actually sending someone to steal from home.

Although a myriad of conspiracies and tricks flashed through his mind, he did not show it.

Leaning on his golden cane, Sun Rui tapped the ground: "Are you all oblivious to the fact that you are in grave danger? Right now, your boss Ye Zhen and Yang Jian, the leading captain from headquarters, have started fighting outside. It's causing a huge commotion, and if you had any brains, you should persuade Ye Zhen to stop, to not continue fighting."

His expression was grim and his attitude was forceful.

He couldn't afford to kowtow before these ordinary members; doing so would only lead to contempt.

"This is a matter of the Supernatural Forum, it's none of your business," the manager dismissed casually.

Sun Rui scoffed: "None of my business? If Yang Jian kills Ye Zhen here, I'm afraid the members of your Supernatural Forum will be wiped out in one fell swoop, just like what happened with Fang Shiming's friends before."

"Impossible, our boss will never lose to Yang Jian."

Ah Wu, standing by, also stared down Sun Rui as he spoke.

"Fine then, conversely, if Ye Zhen kills Yang Jian, eliminating one of the top captains from headquarters, and the situation becomes widely known, stirring up international uproar, what do you think the headquarters will do about your so-called Supernatural Forum?" Sun Rui laid out the situation.

"The cooperation between headquarters and you is based on Ye Zhen's compliance and boundary-respecting behavior, which is a red line, not a condition. Once you cross this line, there's no need for the Supernatural Forum to exist."

"Publicly killing a captain from headquarters, in the past, that would have been considered rebellion. You all would be criminals, globally wanted. Do you think you could sit here peacefully, suited and booted?"

At these words, the complexions of many members of the Supernatural Forum changed.

The manager's expression was dark, and he did not reply.

Actually, he had considered this, and he was going to persuade Ye Zhen not to be reckless. After all, fight outcomes can be unpredictable, and it's not always possible to stop when one wants to.

Killing Yang Jian would indeed have terrifying consequences.

From a strategic standpoint, considering his identity and value, Yang Jian was vital, and even if one wanted to kill him, it would require careful deliberation.

To act against Yang Jian would be equivalent to turning against headquarters.

"I understand what you mean; I will persuade our boss," said the manager, nodding.

Sun Rui stated, "Then hurry, they are fighting fiercely, and a victor will soon be determined."

"Ah Wu, use the Ghost Domain to get there quickly." The manager felt they could not delay any longer, abandoning the plan to take a car at the entrance, and directly ordered the use of the Ghost Domain.

"Alright."

Ah Wu, the man referred to, glanced at Sun Rui and immediately employed the Ghost Domain.

The lights in the lobby flickered off and on, and as they flashed, everything plunged into darkness. When they returned, the members of the Supernatural Forum had vanished instantly.

The lights came back on.

Only Sun Rui remained, still leaning on his cane, his eyes shifted slightly as he sighed inwardly.

He could only try his best to persuade them; he wasn't confident it would be effective.

Meanwhile.

Inside the headquarters' emergency meeting room.

A group of people were intently watching the giant electronic screen in the room.

The screen displayed satellite imagery.

The image was so clear that even an inconspicuous trash bag on the streets of Dahai City was visible.

Clearly, this satellite wasn't for civilian use.

And in front of the conference table.

A young man in his twenties, frivolous with a hint of mischief, was frowning at the three items before him.

An old pair of scissors, wrapped in the hair of the dead, eerie and chilling.

Two photographs.

One of Yang Jian, one of Ye Zhen.

"You're not going to have me take him out secretly, to stealthily finish off Yang Jian, are you?" Cao Yang said with a light smile, turning to look at Cao Yanhua.

"It's just a precaution. Yang Jian is unpredictable, although young and composed, he tends to act on impulse, never considering the consequences of his actions."

Cao Yanhua said solemnly, "But the likelihood of acting against him is slim unless he makes too much of a mess in Dahai City. So, this time the focus is mainly on Ye Zhen."

"At the critical moment, you can cooperate with Yang Jian to take down that Ye Zhen. Although this guy stays in Dahai City without wandering around, he's still a lawless fellow. Li Yang's report stated that after dealing with an incident, Yang Jian was tracking another event related to some Republic of China Period affairs."

"Although I don't know what he's up to, it's a good thing as long as he's solving it. The headquarters should be supporting him, assisting him, rather than obstructing."

Between the two, Cao Yanhua leaned more towards Yang Jian.

After all, Yang Jian is one of the headquarters', having a foundation of past cooperation.

Although Ye Zhen has also cooperated, he has never been involved in any major incident, lacking sincerity.

Cao Yang's gaze shifted, and he smiled.

He understood Cao Yanhua's "just in case", probably fearing that if Yang Jian couldn't beat Ye Zhen, then later he would need to help Ye Zhen dismember Yang Jian's body, to mitigate the harm caused and manage the aftermath.

And in Dahai City, this rivalry was still ongoing.

After a few probes, Ye Zhen had almost figured out Yang Jian's abilities.

He believed that in front of himself, Yang Jian couldn't possibly have any more trump cards left, be it the little ghost that suddenly tried to bite him to death, or that old Firewood Knife, both had shown that Yang Jian was out of options.

Thus, Ye Zhen could fully unleash his strength.

I, Ye Zhen, shall suppress all dissent.

"Let's fight, Xiao Yang..." Ye Zhen shouted, falling from the sky, with his fists swinging directly towards him.

Yang Jian stood still, his gaze unnervingly calm as he tightly gripped the rust-streaked Coffin Nail, six Ghost Eyes already wide open.

Six Ghost Eyes layered on top of each other, the Ghost Domain unfolding layer by layer.

The red light around his body was spreading outwards.

In the areas covered by the red light, something unbelievable happened; a piece of paper floating around Yang Jian suddenly stopped in mid-air, neither continuing to fly nor falling down.

"Hm?"

Ye Zhen was momentarily startled by this scene.

But the next moment it was already too late.

The six layers of Ghost Domain were activated.

The red light instantaneously covered the entire plaza; everyone from the onlooking citizens to Yang Jian, including the attacking Ye Zhen, were all frozen in this moment.

In this level of the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian could even stop real fierce ghosts from moving, and Ye Zhen was no exception.

However, Yang Jian himself was also unable to move.

For this stasis did not discriminate.

The only thing unaffected was the Ghost Eyes, which continued to spin eerily, scrutinizing everything around.

"What... kind of joke is this?" Ye Zhen's eyes were wide; he wanted to move but it was extremely sluggish.

Even blinking seemed to require an eternity.

Yet, his mind remained active, not completely stilled.

There were too many ghosts within him.

The more terrifying the ghost's supernatural power, the less they were affected by this level of the Ghost Domain. Conversely, if it were an ordinary person, even their thoughts would be stilled, indistinct from a statue.

"Enough."

Yang Jian still stood his ground, his Ghost Eyes observing that Ye Zhen showed signs of movement, albeit very slowly, he was indeed moving.

This was fundamentally different from when Fang Shiming was completely immobilized.

If this continues, Ye Zhen will soon break free from this immobilizing suppression.

One second.

This duration was very brief, merely one second.

The Coffin Nail in Yang Jian's hand disappeared.

This was not simply thrown away, but rather transferred into Ye Zhen's body using the Ghost Domain.

The second second

The rusty Coffin Nail appeared on Ye Zhen's forehead.

Within the six layers of Ghost Domain, Ye Zhen couldn't resist.

His Ghost Domain was also strong, probably also taking some ghost's power to its limit, but the upper limit of the Ghost Eye was even higher than that of his ghost.

Just like the time when the Hungry Ghost was nailed to death.

Ye Zhen suffered the same treatment.

The third second.

The Ghost Eye immediately shut, and the six-layered Ghost Domain disappeared in an instant.

"Thump!"

Ye Zhen, still mid-air at this point with a rusty Coffin Nail embedded in his forehead, fell powerlessly to the ground, landing face-first with blood all over, his spine twisted and deformed. He lay on the ground in a strange position, with his buttocks upturned, like a dead dog.

"Truly courting death... I didn't want to fight you, but you insisted on troubling me."

Yang Jian took big strides towards Ye Zhen, who had fallen to the ground, preparing to confirm the situation.

But after just a few steps.

He stopped in his tracks.

The agitation of the ghost's revival appeared.

The Ghost Eye restlessly writhed within his body, as if it wanted to tear itself free, a severe pain emerged, and at the same time, control of the Ghost Eye greatly weakened. He could feel that he could no longer freely control these eyes.

The ghost had its own thoughts, its own direction of action.

Like a fierce beast caged, it had awakened.

"Only a few seconds and it's already too much to bear? No, it's not just that reason, but also because I used the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain several times before. Repeated usage of a ghost's power will, in a short amount of time, greatly stimulate its revival," Yang Jian's expression changed.

The shadow behind him gradually receded, disappearing into his body.

The Headless Ghost Shadow returned to the body, intensifying the suppression over the Ghost Eye.

Under no circumstances could he let the Ghost Eye lose control.

Otherwise, he would die a miserable death.

But it was still not enough.

As the Ghost Shadow returned to his body, Yang Jian only felt the pain vanish and the tearing sensation disappear, but the Ghost Eye continued to be restless.

The final eye seemed as if it was about to emerge.

"But all this is within my calculations," he took a deep breath.

After that, under his skin emerged the contours of palm after palm, as if many eerie hands had invaded his body.

The eyes hidden within his flesh were grasped by the Ghost Hand, restraining their movement.

This moment, Yang Jian's body was being ravaged by the conflict of three ghosts.

This was not just physical torment; the mental devastation was equally horrendous.

He even had the thought of decapitating himself, swapping to a different body, and abandoning it all.

But occasionally, he also had the urge to strangle himself to death.

The ghost's instincts were influencing his own thoughts.

If this continues, he will go mad, then commit suicide, and subsequently revive... just like most ghost controllers.

Fortunately, this state did not last long.

The suppression by the Ghost Hand and Ghost Shadow contained the revival of the Ghost Eye.

Yang Jian's rationality gradually gained the upper hand, and he slowly recovered.

However.

His eyes were no longer the original black, but were blood-red, emitting a faint red glow, particularly conspicuous in the dim night.

The Ghost Eye's erosion was too deep, already affecting his physical traits.

"This guy had a Scapegoat Ghost, fighting him was too disadvantageous, but in the end, I was the victor," Yang Jian's expression was icy as he, having regained his rationality, looked towards Ye Zhen again.

Ye Zhen made no movement.

He lay there like a corpse, even the ghost within his body quieted down.

But that's to be expected.

If an S-class Hungry Ghost could be nailed to death, what made Ye Zhen think he could survive it?

Meanwhile.

The surroundings were engulfed in darkness, the nearby street lights flickered as if disturbed.

The next moment.

A portion of the members from the Supernatural Power Forum hurried over.

The middle-aged manager leading them originally intended to persuade Ye Zhen to stop, but upon arriving and seeing the scene before him, he was shocked.

The boss of the Supernatural Power Forum, who prided himself on an undefeated life, lay on the ground like a dead dog at this moment, without any sign of life, motionless.

And Yang Jian stood beside, his eyes emitting a red glow looking in this direction.

One glance.

Made him unconsciously take a step back.

"Ye Zhen lost?"

The manager's mind churned with turmoil, his entire body suddenly felt ice-cold.

He had thought of Ye Zhen winning, even of Yang Jian dying, but he never considered Ye Zhen losing.

But now, the worst-case scenario had occurred.

With Ye Zhen's defeat, what the Supernatural Power Forum might face next could well be Yang Jian's retribution.

Just moments.

The manager was already breaking out in cold sweat.

Now it seemed as though they had not come to break up the fight, but rather as if marching to their own deaths.

"People from the Supernatural Power Forum?" Yang Jian stared at these people, recognizing that guy named Ah Wu among them.

He had met him once on Sun Rui's private plane and remembered a bit.

However, at this moment, the whole Ah Wu was staring blankly at Ye Zhen lying on the ground, his complexion changing uncertainly, obviously, he too was unable to accept the fact at this moment.

"Are we still fighting?" Yang Jian's expression was calm, his voice cold.

He no longer felt confident because his condition was so bad that he couldn't misuse the ghost's power anymore.

Moreover, now that the Coffin Nail had been used, he had neither Ghost Porcelain nor a Scapegoat Doll in his hands, only a Firewood Knife.

But that thing was cursed; using it would kill him.

Yet, at this time, he could not show weakness; he had to appear strong, to intimidate these people.

If he couldn't intimidate them.

Today, he might truly die here.