Mysterious Revival

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Returning the Coffin

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The situation had reached a point where the cause and effect of the supernatural events in Huanggang Village were all made clear.

A village formed by ghosts.

A person attempting to use the Ghost Coffin to fully transform into a ghost.

The real purpose of the company that posted this task was not to resolve the supernatural incidents here, nor to save the ghost controller Feng Quan, but to obtain the Ghost Coffin.

A coffin believed to have the ability to turn a person completely into a ghost.

Although not successful, it still held high research value.

If a breakthrough could be found from this Ghost Coffin, perhaps global supernatural incidents could be effectively curbed.

However, Feng Quan’s selfishness led to the ghost inside the coffin being unable to return to it.

It continued to wander through the village.

That was the true source of terror.

And the solution was actually very simple.

There was no need to deal with ghosts; dealing with people was enough.

At this moment, the Headless Ghost Shadow was holding Feng Quan’s head—it was pale, bloodless, yet still alive.

Who knew what kind of ghost within him was maintaining this miracle of living even with his body decapitated.

However, after taking Feng Quan’s head, the Headless Ghost Shadow didn’t just hold it in its hands but slowly lifted it up and placed it onto its own neck.

The instinct of the fierce ghost was driving it to assemble a perfect body.

This behaviour was not under Yang Jian’s control.

“Another indirect loss of control, right?” Yang Jian’s gaze flickered.

The next moment, numerous crimson ghost eyes opened on the Headless Ghost Shadow’s body.

It was pinned to the ground once again by the eyes, becoming a shadow.

Feng Quan’s head fell off and rolled onto the ground.

“Yang Jian, having entered the Ghost Coffin, you should know that us, fully transformed into ghosts, can perfectly control the ghosts inside our bodies. Handing this coffin over to a ghost is simply foolish,” he continued to struggle, growling.

He was trying to make Yang Jian abandon the idea.

“You are a ghost controller, with grand thoughts of being a savior, but I’m just a small fry. I just want to survive. Because of that so-called possibility you’re after, should all of us be sacrificed here? Do you think I would agree? Ridiculous, life is already gone, there’s no need to worry about so much.” Yang Jian said earnestly.

“Stop talking, the ghost… it’s entered.”

Yang Jian then moved the unconscious Zhang Han, along with Feng Quan’s head and his body, all to one side, gathering them together.

So as not to become the first targets of the ghost if they were scattered.

A man entered the room again.

It was an old man dressed as a farmer, somewhat lean and wearing simple clothes.

His face showed no sign of life, carrying an icy, deathly aura.

This old man was Liu Genrong, who Yang Jian had previously asked for information when entering the village.

But now, he had become this ghost’s new identity.

After Liu Genrong entered, his grey-white pupils showed no sparkle; he didn’t look at Yang Jian and the others in the corner but instead focused on the open coffin.

The Ghost Coffin was now empty and unoccupied.

After a brief pause, Liu Genrong walked directly toward the coffin.

Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed, and a sense of apprehension rose in his heart.

Even though he knew what was about to happen, the close encounter with an unsolvable ghost still caused a spine-chilling fear.

“Please let there be no complications, just lie down in the coffin obediently; we’ve even made room for you,” he prayed silently in his heart.

Aside from the ghost entering the coffin, there was another possibility.

That it would strike at them first.

If that were the case, it would be disastrous.

The now-ghostly Liu Genrong had reached the side of the Ghost Coffin, less than two meters away from Yang Jian in the corner.

With one more step, he could be reached out and grabbed.

But this time was fortunate.

The ghostly Liu Genrong did not attack Yang Jian.

Perhaps because the ghosts within Yang Jian, Zhang Han, and Feng Quan outnumbered those he could suppress, not meeting the necessary conditions for a certain death, he chose to give up.

Or perhaps returning to the Ghost Coffin had a higher priority than anything else.

At that moment,

Yang Jian saw the old Liu Genrong, bracing himself on the edge of the coffin, support his body with one arm, and fall into the Ghost Coffin with an eerie motion, which eerily resembled… a Thomas salto. Not even an athlete’s movements are as precise as his.

Fortunately, it was only half a turn.

If it had been a few more turns, and he performed some kind of routine, that would have been too perfect of an image.

“Finally, it’s in. My guess wasn’t wrong; its true purpose was this,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

“Crack, crackle~!”

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Subsequently, a pair of somewhat lean and coarse hands covered in field dirt stretched out from inside the coffin, grabbing the side of the coffin lid that had been moved aside, and then began to slowly shift it.

The coffin lid was positioned back into place by those hands.

With a loud thump.

The lid fell into place.

Perfectly sealed, the Ghost Coffin was again covered, restored to its original state.

Immediately.

Calm returned to the mourning hall.

The expected outcome had come to pass, startling yet harmless.

The ghost had returned to the Ghost Coffin.

This paranormal event should now be over.

“It won’t come out again, will it?” Yang Jian stared at the Ghost Coffin for quite a while.

He was not reassured and continued to watch closely.

The Ghost Coffin remained still, showing no signs of the lid suddenly being pushed open to let the ghost out again.

If the ghost really tried to come out again, Yang Jian was determined to hold down its coffin lid with all his might.

It was just a question of whether he could hold it down or not.

But the difficulty would certainly be immense, at least much harder than holding down the coffin lids of Newton, Einstein, and the like.

“It’s over.”

After nearly an hour of vigilance, Yang Jian was finally certain.

The ghost, once it had entered the Ghost Coffin, surely wouldn’t come out so easily again.

Unless some idiot opened the Ghost Coffin again and willingly let out the ghost inside, causing another incident.

Perhaps that was what happened in Huanggang Village before, when someone in the village was handling funeral affairs and bought a Ghost Coffin from somewhere, inadvertently releasing the ghost inside, leading to the disaster.

“Now, are you satisfied?”

Feng Quan’s head lay on the ground; he was still alive, a numb look in his eyes mixed with inexplicable anger.

Yang Jian said, “You don’t need to thank me, at least I saved your life.”

“You destroyed a chance to save the world,” Feng Quan said.

“The world doesn’t need us to save it, we just need to save ourselves,” Yang Jian replied.

Feng Quan fell silent; he didn’t say anything more, just commented, “Your words make some sense.”

“Makes a lot of sense, right? I saw it on a forum,” Yang Jian said. “Some motivational quotes, like ‘If it hurts, let go,’ ‘Don’t argue with fools,’ ‘If you’re capable, come hit me,’ stuff like that.”

“You really should go online sometimes instead of lying in a coffin pretending to be dead.”

“If you reattach my head, I might consider it,” Feng Quan replied.

Yang Jian said, “That’s impossible, you are the only thing I’ve gained from this trip to Ghost Village… This venture has left me penniless, my millions reduced to barely two million. Thank you for letting me experience the feeling of getting rich overnight and going broke in the same night. Besides, since you control ghosts, I can’t just kill you easily, lest I revive a vengeful ghost and it causes me huge trouble. But I can sell you, after all, you have two ghosts inside you.”

As he spoke, he came over carrying a body bag.

“…” Feng Quan’s numb eyes regarded him with a mix of shock and doubt.

This man was actually thinking of selling him off?

And so.

Yang Jian moved Feng Quan’s body inside the body bag.

As for his head.

Yang Jian stuffed it into his buttocks.

Letting him taste a different kind of despair.

“This bag’s worth at least two hundred million; surely someone will take it off my hands,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

He turned to force a sale on some company.

After all, it’s all ghosts.

There shouldn’t be any difference.

“Wait.”

Suddenly, he turned his gaze to Zhang Han who was nearby.

Yang Jian immediately got up, picked up his suitcase, and prepared to discard the body inside to make room for him as well.

“Yang Jian, you’re not thinking of selling me too, are you?”

Zhang Han, who had by then awoken, said in horror, “I’ve never harmed you.”

“But you look quite pale. Are you about to be possessed by a vengeful spirit? Anyway, dying out there is still dying, why not just benefit me instead?”

Yang Jian said, “At the very least, I can split the proceeds with your wife fifty-fifty. Whatever’s earned from the sale, half will go to your family. You can rest assured, I’ll make sure it’s all properly arranged; I won’t let you suffer a loss.”

“I, I feel like I can still live a little longer…” Zhang Han said, his face turning red with a strong desire to survive.