Mysterious Revival

"Zhang Lei is still alive? This is indeed good news, but it's also bad news."

Yang Jian let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the news, but he also cautiously moved closer to the silhouette in the darkness ahead.

If Zhang Lei was still alive, then the shadow in the darkness ahead was very likely to be Zhang Lei, rather than a ghost.

"Huff!"

Without any more hesitation, he lit the Ghost Candle.

Unable to afford a loss, at this critical juncture, he absolutely could not continue to gamble. Yang Jian needed to eliminate the last possibility of a ghost's presence to successfully meet up with Zhang Lei and carry out their action plan.

The eerie green flame flickered, driving away the surrounding darkness, with the light illuminating everything around.
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This sudden brightness caused the few people behind him to be unable to adapt instantly, shielding their eyes.

"Something's very wrong."

Yang Jian clenched the Ghost Candle tightly in his hand, noticing the flame expanding in an unreasonable way before burning fiercely. Moreover, the candle burned at an alarmingly fast rate.

The virtually unused Ghost Candle was visibly diminishing.

For someone who had used the Ghost Candle multiple times, this was a terrifying signal.

A ghost was nearby.

So... the figure ahead was a ghost?

Yang Jian's steps froze at that moment, ready to turn tail and run, but then Huang Ziya excitedly conveyed a piece of news: "I just located Zhang Lei's position. He's near us."

"What?"

Yang Jian was stunned upon hearing this.

How could this be possible?

Grabbing his satellite positioning phone, he glanced at it.

Indeed, a signal source coincided with his current location.

Does this mean the person ahead is Zhang Lei?

But it made no sense.

The Ghost Candle continued to burn furiously, a clear indicator of a nearby ghost, and there was no mistake about it.

Now, was the human silhouette ahead a person, or a ghost?

"Damn it." Yang Jian gritted his teeth, not choosing to turn back, but instead continued forward.

He had to determine whether the human silhouette ahead was really Zhang Lei or not, for missing this chance would mean there would be no hope of turning the tables.

Zhang Lei had three ghosts with him.

Once killed by a ghost, those assembled with Yang Jian would have no hope of surviving.

Because if he couldn't meet up with Zhang Lei, it was certain death for him.

Yet, as he drew closer to the human silhouette ahead, the Ghost Candle in Yang Jian's hand burned even more fiercely.

The signal seemed to be warning him that the figure ahead was a ghost, not a person at all.

But the signal source proved that Zhang Lei was indeed here.

To believe in the Ghost Candle, or the signal source, or his own judgment?

Yang Jian himself was not sure.

All he knew was that he was getting closer and closer to the human silhouette ahead, and he would soon be able to see it within his field of vision.

But at the same time, the Ghost Candle in his hand also burned more and more fiercely, only half of it remained, and the speed of this burning was accelerating. If there was a ghost ahead, the Ghost Candle wouldn't last long enough for them to escape—fate had all but sealed that they would be annihilated right here.

Unsolvable-level paranormal events are that cruel—make one wrong move, and you're beyond redemption.

Just as Yang Jian was at the limit of his distance, about to confirm the appearance of the human silhouette ahead.

A terrifying scene occurred.

Within the darkness ahead, another human silhouette appeared, swiftly walking in this direction, its outline becoming clearer and clearer.

Two people emerging from the darkness?

At that moment, Yang Jian felt a stinging in his hand as the Ghost Candle burned even more intensely, a burning rate that wouldn't even last five seconds.

Half a Ghost Candle unable to last five seconds of burning time—that was an unprecedented horror. Even when he faced the Hungry Ghost, the Ghost Candle could at least last a minute or two.

"Damn it."

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly widened as he dashed forward.

The appearance of the second silhouette and the Ghost Candle's intense burning nearly told him the result.

The first silhouette was Zhang Lei, and the second was a ghost.

Only the speed of the Ghost Candle's burning had misled him, making him think the figure ahead was a ghost, which was why the Ghost Candle was burning so furiously. Little did he know that the real ghost, when it approached, would not just cause the Ghost Candle to burn intensely; it would be consumed in an instant.

This was a misjudgment based on experience.

As Yang Jian ran, he was getting closer to Zhang Lei ahead.

But Zhang Lei, unaware, kept moving forward.

And before him, the ghostly figure was approaching rapidly.

"Zhang Lei, stop moving forward, turn back," Yang Jian tried to call out.

The darkness isolated his voice; the ghost was disrupting everything around.

Zhang Lei in front hadn't heard at all; he was still groping his way forward, heading straight for the ghost.

"This unlucky guy," Yang Jian gritted his teeth but did not stop.

The distance was quickly closing in.

Zhang Lei, who was moving forward in the dark, obviously couldn't walk fast enough and was now caught up to by Yang Jian.

Within five meters, Yang Jian could see Zhang Lei in his field of vision.

He was cautiously moving forward with one hand touching the wall.

The light from the Ghost Candle couldn't reach Zhang Lei's position, so close yet he was unaware of the person behind him.

However, in front of Zhang Lei.

A rigid human silhouette hidden in the darkness stood before Zhang Lei; from within the dark, a pair of stiff, cold hands slowly extended toward him.

These hands, Yang Jian recognized.

The same entity that had snatched the human skin paper from him at the shooting range before.

And now, the ghost had chosen to attack Zhang Lei.

"Not within the judging distance, huh?" Yang Jian's pupils constricted. Although he was getting closer, the ghost's movements still didn't stop.

A room-sized judging range, this distance was not five meters, but within three meters.

Plunged into darkness, Zhang Lei was still unaware of what was happening around him; he only knew that a scream came out of the darkness earlier, which made him realize another Ghost Master had been killed. Therefore, he must escape from where the sound came as fast as he could.

Without hesitation, he ran in the opposite direction and left the dormitory building through the stairs.

Meeting at the planned location was already unlikely; what Zhang Lei needed to do was ensure his own survival first. Perhaps during the escape, he could manage to join with Yang Jian.

This was his only chance to survive.

At this moment, Zhang Lei, advancing quickly in the dark, also checked Yang Jian's location using his satellite-positioning phone.

He saw that Yang Jian's signal had overlapped with his own.

However, there was a certain degree of error in the signal's location; he couldn't accurately figure out where Yang Jian was.

In the dark, even if two people were a meter apart, they could miss each other.

Zhang Lei hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to keep moving forward or to linger in the spot, searching for Yang Jian's trace.

But during his moment of hesitation.

An icy, rigid hand suddenly landed on his shoulder from within the dark, the coldness seeping through his clothes, igniting the fear in his heart and causing his already tense heart to halt suddenly.

The most feared, the most worrying thing had happened.

The ghost had found him.

It was over.

With no thoughts left, only despair and a fatalistic fear remained.

Zhang Lei was already very clear about this ghost's patterns and abilities—overwhelming other ghosts with its brute strength, certain death if isolated, and it also had the capacity to grow.

Now, how many ghosts could this one suppress? Five, or six?

Not knowing the exact number, but Zhang Lei was clear that whether it was five or six, he couldn't resist.

However, despair and hope arrived at that same moment.

Suddenly, the surrounding darkness dissipated.

A sinister green light enveloped everything around.

"Zhang Lei, what are you dazing about for, come with me now," Yang Jian's voice came from behind; he growled and grabbed Zhang Lei's arm and dragged him back.

"Yang Jian?" He glanced back subconsciously, but a glimpse of what was in front of him sent chills down his spine.

A person with a deathly black face stood rigid in front of him like a stiff corpse, exuding an aura of death and despair. The clothes on the body seemed rotten as if buried in soil and turned black, but one could faintly recognize that it should be the standard uniform of an international Ghost Master.

However, this was a real ghost.

Cultivated from within the Ghost Coffin, known as the terror-inducing Ghost Envoy.

Before Zhang Lei could take a good look at all the features of the ghost in front or even see the suddenly appearing Yang Jian behind him.

The sinister green light vanished, and darkness once again swept over, engulfing everyone.

But in that instant, Yang Jian pulled him free from that icy grasp.

The Ghost Candle had burnt out.

But they had managed to regroup.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian growled again, pulling Zhang Lei to turn and run with the others.