Mysterious Revival

The ghost candle didn't first attract the ghosts from Ghost Lake; instead, it broke some boundary, causing the ghosts on the ship to gradually emerge.

Beside the ghost candle, three cold, ancient figures, akin to bizarre remnants of a bygone era, slowly surfaced.

The image of the vengeful spirits transitioned from vague to gradually clear.

One of the spirits slowly turned its head to look at the people on the ship, accompanied by a crackling sound like bones breaking, echoing across the dead silent lake.

Meanwhile, the calm boat began to sway, and ripples appeared on the lake's surface.

As the boat shook, it also started to sink further.

But there's no time to deal with such issues now.

"The ghost has appeared."

Everyone on the boat felt a chill in their hearts, their nerves instantly tensed up.

The ghost was close at hand.

Even just the vague silhouette of a spirit was enough for everyone to clearly sense the deadly presence and the suffocating weight in the air.

"Ah Hong, step aside."

Li Jun shouted softly. He immediately reacted, grabbing Ah Hong, who had just lit the ghost candle at the stern, and switched their positions, blocking the vengeful spirit that had turned towards them.

The ghost flame suddenly expanded, blazing up.

At this moment.

Amidst the ghost flame abruptly emerged a desolate tower, which was in lockdown, slightly decrepit, hiding immense danger and horror within.

In this moment of special crisis, Li Jun decisively used the ghost flame to open the path to Ping'an Tower, once again borrowing the supernatural power of that sinister painting.

The image of the three vengeful spirits was enveloped by the ghost flame, and in a flash, they were swallowed by the Ghost Domain.

Within the ghost flame, Ping'an Tower and the silhouette of the vengeful spirits gradually merged, a more bizarre world seemed to influence here, causing the spirits' images to quickly disappear from the bow of the ship.

Afterwards.

The ghost flame extinguished.

The three eerie figures at the stern vanished together, as if they had been erased forcefully, incredibly unreal.

"They disappeared?" Shen Lin's gaze flickered.

Li Jun slightly breathed a sigh of relief at this moment: "Seems like there's no danger after all, I sent the ghosts into Ping'an Tower, where ghosts painting and ghost envoy roam, any spirit entering will be trapped, unable to leave, although it doesn't completely solve the ghosts, at least in the short term there won't be any issues."

"This guy having such a method is truly terrifying." Leuk San looked at Li Jun, becoming very serious.

"Ah Hong, are you alright?" Li Jun turned to ask.

"I'm fine," Ah Hong replied.

Earlier when the spirit turned, she was the first person it stared at, seemingly on the verge of being attacked by the vengeful spirit the next moment, but Li Jun acted to forcibly send the ghost into Ping'an Tower, halting the spirit's attack.

"Don't celebrate too early, look at the lake," Yang Jian's ghost eyes were focused on the lake surface.

At this moment, bubbles gurgled up from beneath the lake while the water began to turn murky, and as it churned, strange things emerged onto the surface, like dead people's hair, broken skin, and even some tattered clothes.....

A thick stench permeated the air.

The ghost candle at the stern was still burning.

After the white ghost candle had been lit, it completely disrupted the balance of this lake.

The vengeful spirits were being drawn.

Anomalies appeared beneath the water.

"The aim is to draw the spirits out; once handled, all external supernatural phenomena will dissipate," Li Jun said, unfearful of the ghosts' arrival.

However, at this moment.

Leuk San suddenly sensed something, abruptly staring at a spot on the boat.

"What did you notice?" Yang Jian asked.

"The ghost is still here," Leuk San replied. "The ghost sent away by Li Jun will reappear in twenty seconds and attack Ah Hong... I only know this much."

At this moment, Leuk San used foresight.

This was the stolen supernatural power from Xiong Wenwen; he could foresee one minute into the future, but since he foresaw the spirit's situation just now, he got interfered with by supernatural forces, twenty seconds was already the limit, any more foresight would turn foggy, seeing nothing, akin to being forcibly jammed.

"You actually know what will happen in twenty seconds," Shen Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Foreseeing?

Immediately, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, looking at Leuk San with extreme surprise.

This guy could actually foresee.

"What did you do to Xiong Wenwen in the Ghost Drawing incident, foresight is a supernatural power only Xiong Wenwen possesses, no one in the supernatural circle has a similar ability, although Su Fan also has a similar ability, he can't foresee," Li Jun snapped.

He instantly remembered the impact from the Ghost Drawing operation.

The Ghost Drawing operation failed, Xiong Wenwen got trapped inside the photograph by the supernatural camera agency, while Leuk San lost a paper figure.

Now Leuk San suddenly possessed the ability to foresee the future, inevitably drawing connections.

Yang Jian said nothing, just his ghost eye focused on Leuk San.

Leuk San didn't look at Li Jun; instead, he watched Yang Jian with visible tension.

Because within the next minute, Li Jun wouldn't make a move against him, but Yang Jian seemed poised to act in the future... though he couldn't see the outcome, the supernatural interference was too severe.

"I gave Xiong Wenwen the body of a paper figure, sharing a portion of Xiong Wenwen's supernatural power, just a small part, but because of this, Xiong Wenwen doesn't have the risk of spirit resurrection."

Leuk San quickly explained, candidly revealing the truth.

Immediately, the future shifted.

The foreseen crisis dissipated, Yang Jian didn't make a move against him.

Within the next minute, he and Yang Jian had no conflict.

"I hope what you've said is true."

Yang Jian's ghost eye slightly rotated, then glanced at Ah Hong, his hostility clearly diminished.

"Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds…" Leuk San continued the countdown.

"The overall situation is important," Li Jun also said no more, standing guard beside Ah Hong.

One second!

The time was up.

The foreseen crisis suddenly appeared.

For some unknown reason, a spirit image appeared behind Ah Hong, the ghost was still just a blurry shadow as if it intruded from some unknown supernatural place, there was even a burnt smell on its body that was akin to having experienced a fire.

And this vengeful spirit suddenly stretched out its indistinct, cold hands towards Ah Hong, giving a push.

The boat rocked fiercely, the eerie lake water soaked the cabin.

Ah Hong staggered, nearly fell, almost being pushed off the boat.

But she saw, before her, a golden cracked spear blocking those cold hands.

The spirit couldn't touch her, letting her escape a calamity.

"That thing is made of gold, merely ordinary gold managed to fend off a spirit's attack, this guy is undoubtedly experienced,"

Shen Lin looked, silently put the scarlet axe behind him.

Since Yang Jian moved to block the spirit's attack, there was no need for him to act because he had to tackle other dangers around, there was no need for everyone to focus on one ghost.

"This spirit attacked Ah Hong from the World of Ghost Drawing. I suspect when the spirit turned and looked at someone earlier, it memorized them, and once the ghost memorizes someone, they become the target of attack, and this attack seems to ignore distance,"

Yang Jian slowly said.

He made an inference.

Because there's already enough information.

The ghost isn't on the ship, yet it attacked Ah Hong on the ship, and earlier when Ah Hong was seen at a glance. Piecing these bits together, the ghost's pattern and method of killing have been mostly uncovered.

Even though it might not be entirely accurate, it's already sufficient.

Ah Hong's face darkened as she tried to step back, distancing herself from the ghost ahead.

"It's useless. The ghost disregards distance; you'll be attacked no matter where you hide."

Yang Jian held the cracked long spear in one hand, positioning it horizontally in front of Ah Hong.

The ghost's hands continued pushing the cracked spear, persistently approaching Ah Hong, attempting to touch her.

"The supernatural weapon in my hand isn't pushed away by mere force. Balance is in my hand; even if a ghost breaks this balance, it will pay a heavy price." Yang Jian's ghost eye moved coldly.

The long spear, driven by the ghost's hands, tilted.

Balance failed.

A deadly curse emerged.

In the next moment.

The ghost's cold, vague hands began to dissipate as if rotting, bit by bit, disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

"What an incredible fellow," Leuk San watched and felt it was somewhat incomprehensible.

The ghost's attack was understandable being blocked by Yang Jian's golden spear.

Because Gold is unaffected by ghosts.

But merely because the spear tilted, the ghost's attack dissipated, which was hard to understand.

"We only repelled the ghost's attack once; after a while, the ghost will regain mobility and attack Ah Hong again," Shen Lin said.

Yang Jian replied, "I know, so let's just cut off the ghost's hands."

At this moment, a black shadow rose from underfoot, gradually covering the spear in hand.

The ghost had grabbed the spear, leaving a medium behind.

Ghost Shadow coverage, medium triggered.

"I see you," in Yang Jian's sight, a ghost medium appeared.

At this moment.

In Ping'an Tower in the World of Ghost Drawing.

On a floor covered with paper ashes, a worn, cold presence stood motionless, with blurred hands that seemed rotten, but over time, the rot reversed, gradually improving.

Breaking the balance with a deadly curse can only suppress the ghost for a while, unable to kill it.

Because ghosts don't die.

So in a few hours, the ghost will recover and continue attacking Ah Hong.

But aboard the small boat, Yang Jian unhesitatingly triggered the medium, wielding the Firewood Knife.

Whoosh!

A gentle swing.

The ghost within the medium had its arms severed, and then the medium vanished from the small boat.

In the next moment.

The ghost in Ping'an Tower's cold body suddenly quivered, and its arms silently fell to the ground.

The ghost was dismembered, yet it fell into a long period of slumber thereafter.

The potential crisis was resolved by Yang Jian.

"It's okay now," Yang Jian withdrew the spear, slowly speaking.

His arms began to rot, and the rot wound into a line like a scar, causing his arm to dislocate, seeming ready to fall off.

Not only that.

The ghost shadow's arm also showed a cut, as if being severed.

This is the price of using the Firewood Knife.

However, the ghost shadow can be sewn back together; it just requires some time.

Yang Jian chose not to restart to erase this wound, as he can wait for time to heal. After all, he's not alone here; if an act is needed, it's not necessarily had to be him.

"It's safe now; even if the ghost revives, it can't attack you."

"Th-Thank you," Ah Hong said.

"No need to thank me, I just did what had to be done," Yang Jian replied.

Li Jun nodded at Yang Jian, indicating affirmation.

Yang Jian felt that the four commanders working together now must contribute rather than just drift along and stay in the back.

Then he glanced at Shen Lin.

Given the chance, he's somewhat looking forward to this guy's ability to fend against ghosts.

The temporary crisis on the small boat resolved, but it doesn't mean safety came next.

Because the water surface grew increasingly muddy, gurgling bubbles emerged more frequently, which became more severe.

Finally, not far from the small boat, a corpse unusually floated up from below, its long black hair entangled around the body. Undoubtedly, it was a female corpse.

The female corpse, though soaked, hadn't rotted or bloated, which was quite unusual.

"Gurgle gurgle!"

Not just from one place.

Behind, another female corpse floated up. This corpse had short hair but faced upwards as if sleeping on the water surface. Despite the terrifyingly pale face, the lips were vivid red, as though just painted with lipstick.

However, how could a submerged corpse put lipstick on itself?

After the second female corpse emerged, one after another, more female corpses appeared on the water surface.

Some floated so closely that one could touch them by reaching out.

The ghost candle at the stern still burned.

"All the corpses underwater have come back to life," Leuk San remarked gravely at this moment.

Li Jun didn't hesitate a bit, igniting ghost flames around him, lighting up the turbid lake water once again.

The scene became heart-pounding under the light.

Underneath, corpses submerged in Ghost Lake floated up. These corpses bobbed in the water like living beings, moving as if walking with closed eyes.

Not only that.

The lake's surface gradually covered by floating corpses became denser, seemingly ready to fill the entire lake.

It's unimaginable how many people were buried in this not-so-large Ghost Lake.

"Damn it!" Li Jun angrily exclaimed as ghost flames burst uncontrollably on his body.

"Don't close your eyes. We've already been soaked by the Ghost Lake's water below; closing our eyes would plunge us into it," Yang Jian warned.

The cabin held quite some stagnant water, reaching everyone's ankles.

Though small in amount.

However, even this little water fulfills Ghost Lake's initial killing condition.

This supernatural boat can only carry people ensuring not to sink on the lake but doesn't have the ability to stop ghosts from murdering.

This is proven by the earlier attack on Ah Hong.