Mysterious Revival-Chapter 742 - 709: The Resurrected Corpse

"This is really a troublesome supernatural event. If I can't deal with that ghost today, after tonight, it's very likely that I will be dragged into a nightmare again tomorrow."

In the silent and empty old mansion room, Yang Jian slowly stood up.

His gaze was gloomy; he could feel the horror of this supernatural event.

You should know that the ghost entering your nightmare is not yet a complete existence, and the dangers within the nightmares are not considered great. It's hard to imagine what would happen if the ghost were to complete the puzzle, or if it were to find its body.

Did my father and Old Qin team up to deal with this thing more than a decade ago?

Although they were successful, they clearly paid a heavy price.

Because my father fell at the hands of this ghost, he disappeared from this world, leaving only a segment of past memories within the world of nightmares.

However, it seems that my father didn't want to reveal specific experiences and past events.

"The disjointed body is the key to resolving the nightmare," Yang Jian recalled the conversations from the dream.

He had three things to do.

Mark the body, piece it together, and suppress the awakening of the fierce ghost... until the body decayed more than half.

Yang Jian thought that this was about influencing the ghost in the nightmare through external intervention, and then disrupting the balance, gradually tilting the control of the nightmare towards a dog.

He had just walked out of the room.

The door of the room next door opened, and there was Jiang Yan, drenched in sweat, tears welling up in her eyes, standing there and looking at him, obviously just having woken from a nightmare.

"That dream just now scared me to death," Jiang Yan threw herself at him, hugging Yang Jian tightly.

Yang Jian was unmoved; "Being alive is enough for you, and your courage isn't that small. If you were really scared, you wouldn't possibly be so spirited right now."

"Damn it, you actually stabbed me without hesitation in the dream," Jiang Yan said indignantly: "Do you know how painful that stab was? I almost thought I was going to die, and you really went through with it, without any hesitation. And I'm your girlfriend."

"If I hadn't done that, it would have been the ghost that died, the ghost was already approaching, and you saw the situation at the time," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan pouted: "I don't care, I want you to apologize to me."

"Just take one million from the account as compensation," Yang Jian said directly.

"I don't want it," Jiang Yan refused outright, exceptionally indifferent to money.

Yang Jian asked, "Then what do you want?"

Jiang Yan's eyes twinkled, and with a giggle, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck and said, "I want you to stay with me tonight. We haven't been together in a long time."

"Your ability to recover yourself really exceeds my expectations. You were almost dead just a moment ago, and now you still have the mood to ask me to stay with you. You really are strong," Yang Jian said. "But that's good, in the future when you encounter some strange things, you won't be shocked."

"But it's so late, where are you planning to go if you're not going to sleep? Didn't the nightmare just end?" Jiang Yan said with a pitiful look again.

Yang Jian then looked towards the village enveloped in the Black Night: "Many people will die tonight. Make a call to Zang Hua and tell him to send someone over after dawn to deal with it. Also, this nightmare will not appear in the village again. You can go to sleep peacefully. I have to deal with a ghost."

"What?" Jiang Yan immediately looked disappointed and said, "So I'll wait for you to come back?"

"No need, you better rest after you make the call; there's no danger around anymore," Yang Jian said.

"Well, alright then." Jiang Yan let go of his hand reluctantly, without interfering with Yang Jian's business.

She thought that her timing wasn't great today, and maybe she needed to find a better moment. As for the incident in her dream where she was stabbed, she didn't really blame Yang Jian at all; after all, she had unconditional trust in this man who had saved her several times.

Yang Jian didn't say much; after asking Jiang Yan for the car keys, he immediately went downstairs.

Arriving at the parking location in the village, he opened the trunk and found the body that was packed in separate pieces.

The body bag, like the box, was all opened up, and as soon as he did, a foul smell hit him.

A human head was beginning to decay, and decay very quickly at that. It had been intact before, but in less than a day's time, it was already in a complete mess.

The head was that of Yang Jian's father's corpse.

"Has it already started?" Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.

This phenomenon indicated that the person was disappearing in the dream, supernatural power was being stripped away, or perhaps transferred, thus affecting reality. Without the support of supernatural power, the head couldn't maintain the freshly dead appearance.

Eventually, it would decay rapidly just like a regular corpse.

But though the decay was rapid, it halted before the process was even half complete.

"Is it waiting for a signal from me?" Yang Jian pondered.

He arranged the body parts on the ground.

A pair of ghastly pale dead legs, half a torso, along with a strange head that looked as though its features were assembled, and next to it, that decaying head that didn't count.

At this very moment,

The eyes of the strange dead head were eerily open, indistinguishable from those of a living person.

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The eyes were pitch-black and bright but emotionless, giving off a somewhat dull expression.

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.

He could sense that once the ghost reclaimed this body, the terror level would be unimaginable.

The reason the ghost hadn't fully awakened yet was because it was still struggling in a nightmare with that person. It would only fully awaken the day the battle was decided.

"The ghost has opened its eyes, indicating that the nightmare has ended. When the ghost closes its eyes again, the nightmare will descend once more."

Yang Jian looked at the rotting head next to him.

The head was currently closed-eyed, suggesting that the nightmare wasn't over, just that the roles in the nightmare had switched, and identities had been exchanged.

"I need to leave a mark on this corpse, an indelible mark, so no matter how the ghost changes in the dream, that mark will remain. To accomplish this, ordinary weapons are useless. Certainly, something special is needed..."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Jian's hand suddenly held a rusty, strange-looking firewood knife.

This condition was as if it was tailored especially for him.

If Yang Jian hadn't possessed this Firewood Knife, it would have been impossible for him at this moment to harm the body of a ghost, even though he had already taken control of three ghosts.

With this eerie Firewood Knife in hand, and after pondering for a bit, he set his sights on the hands of the corpse.

He used the Firewood Knife to make two cuts across the pale back of the corpse's hands.

The cuts crossed each other, forming an "X" mark.

The mark was quite visible, easily seen at a glance.

The Firewood Knife was blunt, with a rolled edge, but it sliced through the corpse's skin with an unbelievable sharpness, as if merely touching the skin caused it to split.

Underneath the pale skin, there was no blood flowing, as if it had already been drained, revealing only an indescribable, bizarre flesh color.

However, with the use of the Firewood Knife came the curse.

Two cuts also appeared on the back of Yang Jian's hand, his blood flowed out, yet he felt no pain.

That was expected, though.

He glanced at the wound on his hand.

The Headless Ghost Shadow moving underfoot entered his body, and the wound soon healed, blood flow halting.

But the scars simply would not heal regardless.

The curse of the eerie Firewood Knife was not simple; this healing by the Ghost Shadow was only temporary. Over time, the wound would rot, and if Yang Jian continued to use the Firewood Knife, he would end up just like that tall, rotting corpse inside the Caesar Hotel.

So this terrifying and eerie object had to be used with extreme caution.

"That should do it,"

Yang Jian put away the dangerous Firewood Knife, only to find that the rotting of the nearby severed head had intensified.

Yes.

He wasn't seeing things.

Just before, it had maintained a general outline and shape, but now, bodily fluids wouldn't stop flowing out, the skin on the face and hair continued to peel off, and a foul stench wafted towards him, quickly making the head unrecognizable.

"Now that the marks are made, the rest is to reattach this corpse, which requires the use of Ghost Shadow's abilities," Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

It was as if it had all been arranged in advance.

Without the Ghost Shadow, normal means couldn't reattach the body; even if it was stitched up with needle and thread, you couldn't make the corpse heal itself.

"Once the body is reassembled, there will be a risk of awakening, and then the Ghost Hand must be used to suppress it... Is this another coincidence?" Yang Jian felt as if everything was designed with meticulous care.

Yet he could find no trace of such design.

Every supernatural event was unknown, the result of one accident after another.

Even if a ghost controller could foresee the future, they shouldn't be able to predict this far.

He couldn't figure it out.

Neither did he dwell on this question anymore.

The Ghost Shadow at Yang Jian's feet began to cover the dismembered corpse before him, then using the Supernatural Power of the Ghost Shadow, he started to piece the body back together.

The corpse that the Ghost Shadow had covered now seemed as if it had come back to life through trickery, body shaking, limbs raising, twitching, and even starting to twist on the ground in strange postures. As the body was being reassembled, a chilling aura began to spread around.

This sensation felt like danger was imminent, as if a fierce ghost was about to be revived.

Yang Jian watched the corpse intently. Now that the body hadn't even been fully pieced together and was already reacting so strongly, it was evident that the Ghost Shadow couldn't fully control the corpse and suppress its movements.

So, any unexpected event could happen once the body was completely reassembled.

But the process had already begun and, of course, could not be stopped.

The process of piecing together the body didn't take long; in less than a minute's time, the body that must have taken great effort to dismember had now returned to its original state.

A man with distorted features and mismatched facial traits, his entire skin pale without a hint of blood color.

Now, it was no longer just a corpse.

It was a ghost, a complete ghost.

Something eerie happened.

The body on the ground slowly closed its eyes, and at the same time, the nearby head rotted even further. Now, the hair and skin on the head had rotted away, leaving behind only a skull covered in bits of flesh, a sight that was frightening to behold.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged; such a scene was no longer strange to him.

It was real ghosts he feared, not a rotting, changing corpse.

After the body closed its eyes, everything seemed to return to calm, the strange movements coming to a halt.

But this calm did not last long.

It was difficult to say whether it was twenty minutes or a quarter of an hour later.

At a certain moment, the corpse with the distorted features and pale complexion abruptly sat up straight and stiff from the ground, its closed eyes suddenly snapping open.

The eyes had changed from before.

There was a hint of eerie expression through the dullness, and at that moment, they seemed to be staring at Yang Jian nearby.

"It has revived so quickly?" Yang Jian's face changed dramatically.

He had been watching the body the whole time, never leaving it, so he reacted immediately as soon as the body showed any abnormality.

Without the slightest hesitation, a dark palm rapidly covered the corpse's head.

The suppression by the Ghost Hand was in place.

The body, which had just opened its eyes, slowly closed them again.