Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian's current state might not be enough in front of a real ghost. He still needs to be cautious and there's a risk of flipping the car, but in the circle of ghost controllers, he is definitely one of the top-notch figures. Not to say he's the best of the best, but he definitely belongs to the top tier, having gone through several life-and-death ordeals to get where he is today.

Other people, like this Pei Dong, might have become ghost controllers earlier than him, but most of the time they are just struggling to survive, wasting their lives away.

Now, his appearance is like a wolf that has slipped into a flock of sheep, enough to make everyone feel fear.

A ghost controller who has tamed a ghost, if not an especially strange variety, is just an ordinary person in front of Yang Jian, and the mortality rate of ordinary people facing supernatural incidents is quite imaginable.

So it's not surprising that this ghost controller named Zheng Long was instantly killed by Yang Jian.

At this moment.

Pei Dong could no longer keep calm. His face changed again and again. Faced with Yang Jian's dominance, he found his words completely ineffectual. This guy was totally presenting an attitude that he was going to crush you, overwhelming and suffocating, which was exactly what Yang Jian was doing.

He started by slaughtering one person first.

And that was after invading the Ghost Domain.

"Let's retreat, this Yang Jian is too terrifying. I think Fang Shiming has mostly died by his hand, we might have the numbers, but there's no need to fight against such a guy right now."

In the dim building, a shadow started to speak, though in the Ghost Domain, it seemed a great distance away.

In reality, this could be an illusion. Maybe the person was just nearby.

"Retreat? How do we retreat? You need to understand that it is not us who are actively controlling everything, but Yang Jian. I used the Ghost Domain to take a look outside, and guess what? There's not a soul in Xiao'an County, eerily quiet, which means the outside has already been covered by Yang Jian's Ghost Domain. I don't even know how he did that."

"But I'm sure that once my Ghost Domain fails, we are going to face Yang Jian's most terrible attack. In an instant, all of us will be scattered, and then end up like Zheng Long—picked off one by one, and numbers will be totally outmatched," another anxious shadow said.

"We might as well go all out, there's no escape, we can only fight desperately. Do you really want to kneel and beg for mercy? I too have my pride," Pei Dong said through gritted teeth.

"We can't fight to the death; we're not qualified. As long as we can't invade Yang Jian's Ghost Domain, no matter how much we use the power of the ghosts within us, we can't hurt him, because even the most terrifying ghost needs a medium to trigger it to kill. Take you for example, Pei Dong, you can suppress even ghosts with your nearly fatal attacks, but now, if you are to touch Yang Jian's head, can you do it?"

Pei Dong's face darkened. Looking at Yang Jian, enveloped in a red glow, he indeed felt as if he didn't have a leg to stand on.

"You can't, right? Yang Jian's Ghost Domain is much more complicated than I imagined. You think Yang Jian is standing right in front of you, but in reality that could be an illusion. The real him might be squatting somewhere, munching on sunflower seeds while watching us. When you finally manage to counterattack, you may find that you've attacked a stranger; worse still, your ghost reaches out and what it touches might not be Yang Jian's head, but a lump of crap in the toilet."

The agitated shadow moved back and forth within the building, then quickly voiced his opinion.

"Give up on Tong Qian. If it were Feng Quan who came, we might have had a chance to win, never expected to be fishing and catch a shark. It's a pity to lose this opportunity, but it's still better than all of us dying here."

"After all, only the living can hope, the dead have nothing left."

"That makes sense. Our chances of taking down Yang Jian now are slim; it's okay to suffer a little loss."

Pei Dong said, "Do you really think that after we hand over Tong Qian, Yang Jian will let us go? Don't forget what we've done to her. To uncover the secrets she possesses, we've already completely offended him. Once we let him go, we must prepare for his mad revenge, not to mention Tong Qian standing behind him then."

The others fell silent.

It was precisely because they understood this that they were caught in a dilemma; otherwise, why would they be at a stalemate for so long?

"We don't have much time, Yang Jian's Ghost Domain is going to invade soon, and then we won't have any room for negotiation," the agitated shadow urged.

"Damn it, Fang Shiming misled us, didn't he say that Yang Jian would die soon? Who would have thought this guy would still be alive and kicking?"

Pei Dong gnashed his teeth with a somewhat ferocious expression, the marks on his face torn open again, revealing the crimson flesh beneath.

They had calculated everything, but they hadn't anticipated that behind Feng Quan stood a Yang Jian, who turned out to be more difficult to deal with than expected, and instantly caused their side to lose one person upon meeting.

Before, facing six on one, they were hesitant to make a move; now, facing five on one, they were even less confident.

Their voices were chaotic, a noisy babble of opinions that varied, but the general direction was the same—they simply could not play this game with Yang Jian, they had to show weakness this time. As for how to show weakness, how to peacefully resolve the issue, that was up to Pei Dong to decide.

"Yang Jian, we were wrong this time. I will hand over Tong Qian to you, let's end it here today, what do you think?" As opinions converged, Pei Dong could no longer put on a tough front; he gritted his teeth in concession.

Pride was completely lost today.

Being trampled on by such a newcomer, if it were anyone else, he would have killed the opponent long ago.

"Oh, now you admit you did something wrong? Since you did something wrong, you should look the part. What's with that murderous look? Not convinced? If not, that's fine too, let's keep fighting. I don't mind." Yang Jian's expression was cold. At that moment, his gaze shifted, staring intently at an empty area of the dim world.

There, was someone.

With the Ghost Domain invasion reaching this extent, Yang Jian was gradually able to perceive the situation inside.

Although it was blurry.

But through the eyes of the ghost, one could still make out that it was a human figure.

"This is the source of the opposing Ghost Domain."

In an instant.

The agitated shadow, with a horrified face, felt his hairs stand on end as Yang Jian's ghostly gaze fixed on him: "What kind of joke is this, he can determine my position through the Ghost Domain?"

Wait, something's not right.

The restive ghost controller suddenly realized that within the opponent's Ghost Domain, an even more substantial red light had appeared, which instantly tore through his own Ghost Domain and forcefully suppressed it in an unstoppable manner.

"Pei Dong, Yang Jian is making his move, he doesn't want to settle this peacefully with us, run." A scream tinged with fear echoed.

Now he understood that Yang Jian's previous remark about killing him, a person with a Ghost Domain, wasn't a joke but rather him looking for an opportunity, locking onto his location.

The moment had come.

"What?"

Pei Dong subconsciously turned his head back, but by the time he realized Yang Jian was making his move and wanted to stop him, he found that the figure before him had vanished.

The person standing before him wasn't Yang Jian at all.

It was merely an unremarkable tree by the roadside.

He had been talking to a tree for quite some time, looking like a complete fool.

"You talk too much, I gave you a chance and you didn't seize it, and now you want to settle this peacefully with me? Dream on."

The next moment, a cold, stiff, darkened hand seemingly appeared out of nowhere and instantly grabbed the man by the throat.

Zhou Jiefeng immediately felt a powerful sense of suffocation surge forth; his neck emitted a cracking sound as if his cervical bones were about to be crushed. What was most terrifying was that he found his entire body crawling with pale, bluish hands. These hands wriggled within his body, firmly clutching every tendon, every inch of his flesh.

His body was losing sensation.

Not only that, but the ghost inside him seemed to have vanished at this moment, falling into complete silence.

He tried to struggle, to speak, to lift his hands to pry Yang Jian's hand from his neck, but he couldn't do anything; he could only bulge his eyes and watch this indifferent young man before him.

The Ghost Domain had vanished at this moment.

In its place was a world bathed in red.

"Another one controlling a ghost?" Yang Jian frowned, feeling somewhat surprised.

It had been the same with that Zheng Long who he had killed before, and it was the same with this Zhou Jiefeng. In this case, every one of them must be similar; there couldn't possibly be anyone who controlled two ghosts.

Not controlling two ghosts but able to live as long as Feng Quan, could it be they've mastered some special method?

Thinking this, Yang Jian didn't immediately crush Zhou Jiefeng to death, but instead loosened his grip slightly.

"Not bad, you care about your teammates. At the last moment, you sent away that Pei Dong along with the remaining few. Your use of the Ghost Domain isn't bad," Yang Jian glanced at him, noting that as this man's Ghost Domain disappeared, the others also vanished.

"Facing a dangerous fellow like you, one can't afford the slightest carelessness, cough cough... in just an instant we were scattered, a team of six ghost controllers undone in minutes. Truly worthy of the headquarters' reputation." Zhou Jiefeng took deep breaths, but his face remained red.

Even though Yang Jian had loosened his grip, Zhou Jiefeng still couldn't move because the suppression of the ghost still lingered; it wasn't something that would vanish with just a loosened grip.

"Take me to Tong Qian, and I might consider letting them go. Otherwise, if I'm set on finding them, they won't get far," Yang Jian said coldly.

"Brother Tui, might as well let me chase after them and finish off Pei Dong and the rest, to save future trouble," Feng Quan approached with a very determined attitude.

He had suffered a setback earlier and now wanted to beat the fallen dog.

Yang Jian said, "If you chase after them, there will definitely be trouble. A cornered rabbit will bite; the ghost controllers even more so. Focus on the important things first; find Tong Qian, then we'll discuss. Their lives aren't worth much, not as important as Tong Qian."

"If you don't root out the problem, what will you do if they seek revenge later?" At this moment, a woman's voice sounded, and Huang Ziya suddenly appeared at the side.

She had been there all along, merely concealed by the Ghost Domain.

Zhou Jiefeng's pupils shrank as he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

Were there still others hiding nearby?

If they had chosen to fight just now, it would have been certain annihilation for them, not because it was one against six, but rather three against five.

In reality, if they had truly fought, it wouldn't have been three against five at all, but four against five, because there was still a child wearing a bell and shroud who hadn't appeared. Yang Jian only needed to extend his Ghost Domain to the suburban villa to make it appear.

That was within his range.

Yang Jian glanced at Huang Ziya, "Your way of thinking is quite strange. They can't beat us; they should be more afraid of our retaliation, not daring to retaliate against us. Have you ever seen any common folk dare to seek revenge against the wealthy after offending them? It's good enough if they don't flee the country to hide."

"Uh..." Huang Ziya blinked.

That seemed to make sense.

Could this be the thought pattern of a bigshot?

"What's the matter? Too tough to talk, or are you just stalling for time so your teammates can get farther away?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted, eyeing Zhou Jiefeng in his grip.

His feet off the ground, he hung limply, his body covered with many terrifying hands, like a corpse already dead.

"Don't forget, you are now just an ordinary person, and there are many ways for me to make an ordinary person talk, so don't waste my time."

Zhou Jiefeng fell silent, then said, "Fine, I'll take you to Tong Qian."

He harbored no doubt about Yang Jian's words. Rather than endure the agony, he preferred to be quick and straightforward.

After all, even suicide was impossible for him now.