Mysterious Revival

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 Discovery

Among the Thirty-Six Stratagems, what is the best tactic?

Retreat is the supreme strategy.

As soon as Yang Jian sensed something was amiss, he decided to make a quick escape. So what if he had controlled two ghosts?

In front of this ghost’s incomprehensible abilities, even if he had controlled three ghosts, he’d still be a pushover with no real difference.

After all the trouble to extend the time before the fierce ghosts revived, and temporarily preserving his life, how could he carelessly die here?

While the hall was shrouded in dense fog, he immediately crawled into the Ghost Coffin.

The interior of the coffin was dark, oppressive.

Beyond that, there were no particular sensations.

It was rather bothersome, as if something was pressed beneath him, making it uncomfortable.

No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary coffin.

“Right, the coffin lid isn’t on yet.”

Yang Jian noticed that the coffin lid hadn’t been placed yet.

The coffin and its lid should match; maybe missing one part would prevent the Ghost Coffin from fulfilling its true purpose.

He immediately covered it with the coffin lid.

“Bang~!”

A faint sound resounded as the lid fit snugly on top of the coffin.

All light vanished.

Lying in the coffin, Yang Jian felt as if swallowed by darkness, unable to see anything even with his eyes open.

“Just like this?”

He then furrowed his brow.

Still, he felt nothing unusual, as normal as ever.

Wait.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian felt something strange.

He realized his body was slowly sinking… as though the coffin he lay on was caving in continuously.

No, that’s not right, his body wasn’t sinking; it was vanishing.

Yang Jian’s body was gradually dissolving, but during this process, he felt no pain, no sense of death, and not the slightest fear in his heart. The disappearance didn’t seem real; instead, it was like the beginning of some form of rebirth. He even felt an anticipation for the unknown transformation within.

Quickly.

His body completely disappeared inside the coffin.

Yet the vanished Yang Jian still had consciousness; he could feel he was still inside the coffin.

Merely without a body.

A contradictory sensation.

But it felt so real.

It was as if Yang Jian had left the human flesh behind, slowly becoming another kind of existence.

This other existence resembled one thing very much… a ghost.

“Could it be that this Ghost Coffin can transform a person into a ghost?”

Yang Jian’s consciousness was very clear, and he made a bold guess that even shocked him.

If that were true, the Ghost Coffin would be terrifying indeed.

This phenomenon might also explain why the detective Feng Quan could stay inside the coffin for several months without eating or drinking and not die.

If he truly became an outright ghost… a ghost with human consciousness, indeed, he could do just that.

“No, that’s not right; if the person in the coffin became a ghost, then how would they get out? Feng Quan had a body when he left the coffin, not existing in the form of a ghost… This Ghost Coffin must serve some strange and special purpose, I just haven’t figured it out yet, I simply do not know.”

Yang Jian thought to himself.

Although he wasn’t quite clear about what was going on, in this state, indeed, no person could kill him.

No ghost could kill him either.

And it seemed his consciousness could extend outward through the existence of the Ghost Coffin.

It felt as though the body stayed inside the coffin, yet the soul could fly out.

Himself.

In this village, it was as if he were everywhere.

He saw everything that happened in the hall.

The dense fog could no longer obstruct his vision.

However, at this moment,

the confrontation outside seemed to be coming to an end.

The man in the portrait was now highly decayed, only a skeleton remained, with some flesh clinging on, gruesome and terrifying.

Feng Quan was not faring well either.

The excessive use of the ghost’s power, and the prolonged confrontation, had also left him in a bad state.

His numb gaze revealed fatigue and pain, his face pale and bloodless, bearing a deep morbidity.

He now resembled a patient in the hospital swallowing their last breath.

Merely witnessing this sight was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

“Though this ghost’s ability is unsolvable, it has its limits. To deal with that Zhang Han, Yang Jian pushed this ghost to its extremity… No necromancer could stand against this creature one-on-one. Alone, one would undoubtedly face death. But right now, I still have a slight upper hand,”

“However, using the ghost’s power for an extended period, even having controlled two ghosts, doesn’t bode well for me.”

“It’s time to bring this matter to a close.”

Feng Quan walked to the side, picking up the suitcase that was on the ground.

The gold suitcase was very sturdy, perfectly suitable to incarcerate this ghost.

At this moment, the man in the portrait slowly took a step forward.

But the next moment, his body completely collapsed.

Like a stack of building blocks, the bones, legs, feet—all suddenly disconnected from the body and fell to the ground, forming a heap of limbs.

However, the rotting head was still moving.

It had not died.

Feng Quan seemed to have anticipated this. Holding the suitcase, he went over and one by one, picked up the ghost’s bones, flesh, hands, feet, skull… and soon stuffed them all inside.

Locking it, sealing it, all in one go.

Once the ghost was imprisoned, the previously suppressed presence was immediately liberated.

Zhang Han’s blood-drenched corpse, which had collapsed on the ground, began slowly retracting back into his body.

The Headless Ghost Shadow standing motionless in place turned into a shadow and quickly shrank back, vanishing into an unknown place in the end.

However, the Ghost Domain shrouded in red light was behaving abnormally at this time.

Instead of disappearing, it began to expand outwards rapidly.

This was no longer a matter of covering twenty or thirty meters.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Ghost Domain enveloped the entire village.

The whole village had fallen within the range of Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain.

“Yang Jian, it’s over,”

Feng Quan spoke gravely, “Hurry up and come out of the Ghost Coffin. That’s no place for you to be.”

However, at the next moment,

the coffin burst open.

Yang Jian’s body once again coalesced out of the darkness, returning to its previous form.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost and abruptly sat up.

“The ghost… it’s still here.”

Cold sweat beaded on Yang Jian’s forehead as he uttered these words.

“What?”

Feng Quan furrowed his brows, “The matters here have been resolved. There is no need for you to be here; leave immediately. I’ll contact others to take care of the aftermath.”

“I’m telling you, the ghost is still here. Are you deaf?”

Yang Jian hopped out of the Ghost Coffin, saying with a somewhat fierce expression, “You weren’t in the Ghost Coffin for balance or to suppress the ghost… Your main purpose was to obtain this Ghost Coffin to turn yourself into a real ghost. Do you think you’ve just successfully contained the ghost here?”

“I’ve been inside the Ghost Coffin; based on what I felt, the ghost here doesn’t have a physical form at all. It’s a consciousness.”

“The man in the portrait is a ghost, but his appearance is merely a fusion of all the villagers’, no, it should be all the faces of those who died here… That’s the most perfect image this ghost can conceive.”

“What you’ve just destroyed is merely one of its forms.”

As if to confirm Yang Jian’s words,

clear footsteps could be heard once more from the darkness outside the house.

Feng Quan’s eyes narrowed, and he couldn’t help dropping the suitcase in his hand to the ground with a thud.

Had he misunderstood the existence of this ghost?