Mysterious Revival

Chapter 665: Chapter 662: The Heavy Fog

Yang Jian watched as the bustling city behind him gradually became distant, and the unease in his heart slowly calmed down.

He had slipped away.

After sensing that something was wrong in the city, he decisively took off, even temporarily abandoning the plan to find Cao Yang and reclaim the Ghost Scissors. He felt that the matter could be postponed for a while since having Cao Yang in possession of the Ghost Scissors wasn’t a bad thing, as there was no conflict between them.

However, even if Yang Jian hadn’t resigned in advance, he would have refused to get involved in this ghost painting incident.

It was simple.

His Ghost Eye was restrained by the ghost painting, rendering him unable to use the Ghost Domain. Once he entered the world of ghost paintings, there was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to get out, especially since, at this time, he didn’t have the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box for protection.

If he had the curse, he might have given it a try, since, without fear of death, one dares to take on anything.

“I wonder if the Ghost Cabinet’s trading rules are still in effect?” Yang Jian pondered, thinking of another curse.

The trade with the Ghost Cabinet was mandatory; it couldn’t be refused. He had tried to reject the tasks from the Ghost Cabinet in the past, but the consequence was an abnormality in the Ghost Cabinet, releasing malevolent ghosts from the cabinet doors below, likely to hunt down the trader.

But this time, to resolve the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, Yang Jian obtained a seven-day protection term from the Ghost Cabinet.

The seven days hadn’t passed yet.

Yang Jian was still within the protection period.

As he pondered, time also ticked away bit by bit.

The taxi driver concentrated on driving, silent on the road. After more than two hours, the vehicle entered the territory of Xiao’an County. This small county wasn’t far from Big J City—if driving, it took about three hours. It was just that, due to its more remote location and lack of development, not many people were willing to go there.

“Young man, we’re in Xiao’an County now. Where would you like to get off?” the taxi driver asked at this moment, then couldn’t help but peek at Huang Ziya through the rearview mirror.

The more he looked, the more stunning he found her; he couldn’t believe there was such a beautiful girl in the world.

Perfect to an unbelievable extent, as if she didn’t belong to this world at all.

“Just stop somewhere in the center of Xiao’an County,” Yang Jian said.

“No problem, but could you pay the fare we agreed on upfront?” the driver asked, stealing glances at Huang Ziya.

Yang Jian said, “I’ll transfer it to you on my phone, ten thousand yuan, you won’t miss a single cent.”

He quickly transferred the money to the driver, who got excited after receiving the ten thousand yuan, feeling lucky to have picked up a rich second generation with such a generous handout.

“Eh, what the heck? It’s getting foggy?”

However, as the driver was heading towards the county town, he noticed a white fog starting to appear on the road. At first, he didn’t pay much attention, but as the vehicle continued toward the center of the county town, the fog grew thicker, eventually affecting visibility. He dared not drive too fast and had to slow down.

“It was fine just now, how did the fog get so thick all of a sudden? Strange. I’ve never seen fog roll in so quickly,” the taxi driver muttered to himself, carefully watching the road.

Huang Ziya, sitting in the back, toyed with her black hair beside her ear, her face showing a hint of strangeness: “Captain, this fog is not right, is it? I remember looking through Feng Quan’s file last time, wasn’t his code name… Ghost Fog?”

She had just finished mentioning ‘Ghost Fog.’

The taxi suddenly braked hard, coming to an abrupt stop, but still bumped into the car in front, causing a fender bender.

The thick fog obscured even the headlights, making it feel like they were groping in the dark.

“Let’s stop here; we’re getting out,” Yang Jian immediately opened the door and got out, frowning at the heavy fog.

It was indeed Feng Quan’s Ghost Fog.

He had encountered it before and had a certain impression of it.

Huang Ziya came over, not daring to stray too far from Yang Jian, then said, “Do you think Feng Quan created this? If it’s him, under normal circumstances, he shouldn’t use the power of malevolent ghosts like this, especially over such a large area—it’s not a small effect… Maybe he’s in trouble, it could be that a malevolent ghost has awakened.”

“It’s not the awakening of a malevolent ghost. Feng Quan’s condition hasn’t deteriorated to that extent. He has achieved a balance between two ghosts; he won’t die that quickly,” said Yang Jian, very certain.

“Then Feng Quan must be in danger,” Huang Ziya surmised.

Yang Jian scanned their surroundings: “Then let’s find him.”

“Wandering through such a large area of thick fog can be very dangerous, we might encounter ghosts. Captain, do you know the killing pattern of Ghost Fog? Tell me in advance so I can be prepared,” Huang Ziya said with a hint of anxiety.

Yang Jian took a few steps forward: “The killing pattern of Ghost Fog is simple. You mustn’t move around. When you do, it stirs the surrounding fog, which is a signal to the ghosts in the mist. The more you move, the stronger the signal, and eventually, the ghosts will appear around you and kill you.”

“So, the only way for ordinary people to survive the Ghost Fog is to stand still, not moving an inch. The Ghost Fog moves, so you just need to wait quietly for a while, and the fog will drift to another place. Of course, some unlucky folks might still encounter a ghost in the thick fog, even if they sit still, and then be killed.”

“When facing the Ghost Fog, luck and composure are very important, but I’m certain that Feng Quan is not dead. Therefore, there are no ghosts in the thick fog; Feng Quan himself is the source of the fog.”

Yang Jian’s pace quickened, “Keep up, I need to find Feng Quan as soon as possible.”

As he walked, the ghost eye on his forehead had already opened. At this time, he wasn’t stingy with the ghost’s power and used the ghost eye to lead the way.

The thick fog around them was gradually permeated by a layer of red light, and the fog that was tinted with the red light was being forced back, creating an empty space around them. Within this area were only him and Huang Ziya, excluding ordinary people from being drawn in.

In fact, the Ghost Fog is also a kind of alternative Ghost Domain, but it was no match for Yang Jian’s ghost eye and couldn’t erode his ghost domain, only being suppressed.

As his vision cleared, Yang Jian began to search for anomalies within the thick fog.

He saw people lost in the fog, as well as many accidents where vehicles had collided with nearby telephone poles, but eventually, his gaze locked onto the source of the Ghost Fog. It was a small, few-story building with a sign hanging outside, unclear in its letters, but probably a small hotel. The Ghost Fog was thickest inside that building, as even his ghost eye couldn’t penetrate it; his vision was completely blocked at the doorway of a room on one of the floors.

Of course, this was also because Yang Jian had only opened three layers of the Ghost Domain and hadn’t excessively used the power of the ghost eye. Otherwise, the Ghost Fog wouldn’t have been able to block his gaze.

“It’s here.”

The next second, Yang Jian and Huang Ziya were already at the bottom of the building.

“I can’t see anything around me at all,” Huang Ziya looked around. She discovered that Yang Jian’s ghost domain could only cover the two to three meters surrounding them before everything turned into a blank white expanse.

“As long as I can see, that’s enough. We’re just looking for a person; there’s no need for a grand display of force,” Yang Jian said and walked straight into the building.

Following the staircase, he quickly arrived at the door of a room in the hotel.

The door was open, and a rotten smell wafted from inside. The environment was moist, and droplets of water hung on the walls, clearly affected by the Ghost Fog.

“Better to be cautious,” Huang Ziya whispered a reminder as she saw Yang Jian ready to push the door open.

Without a word, Yang Jian put strength into his palm, the lock broke, and the door swung open.

Before even stepping in, he saw that in the middle of the room, there was a large grave mound, occupying the entire room with old, dark, and stinky soil. That rotten smell came from this Grave Soil, and at the very top of the mound, a human head was eerily perched.

The head was covered in rotten Grave Soil and looked battered, but he could faintly recognize that the person on the grave was Feng Quan.

“Feng Quan, how did you end up like this again? You enjoy burying yourself that much?” Yang Jian didn’t enter. He frowned and asked seriously.

In such a state, he himself couldn’t assert whether Feng Quan was still alive.

As his words fell,

The head on the grave twisted a bit, making crackling sounds of bones, and then turned to look over, “Brother Tui, it’s you, huh? I knew you would definitely come looking for me, and you’re a bit quicker than I expected… I ran into a bit of trouble, was almost done in, and had to wimp out like this.”

The room’s grave mound trembled, and a pair of decaying hands emerged from within, pushing aside the adjacent Grave Soil.

Struggling and writhing, Feng Quan frowned, “Brother Tui, give me a hand. I’m stuck and can’t get out; that thing is grabbing me again.”

There was a ghost in the Grave Soil trying to drag Feng Quan completely into the grave to bury him, but as it wasn’t yet time for fierce ghosts to resurrect, Feng Quan could still resist.

“What exactly happened? Tell me in detail.”

Yang Jian reached out his hand, which was pitch black and extremely cold. Grasping Feng Quan’s rotting hand, the accumulated Grave Soil in the room collapsed instantly.

Feng Quan felt a great relief and stood up from the soil in an instant.

Under the suppression of the Ghost Hand, the ghost in the grave was instantly defeated.

Feng Quan dusted off the soil on his body, “It was probably because of Tong Qian. I was attacked by another ghost master. This place is a trap; I almost got killed and had to play hide-and-seek. I buried myself and covered the area with Ghost Fog to hide. Ordinary guys couldn’t find me.”

“But I knew you, Brother Tui, would definitely be able to locate me.”

“Who would dare to strike the leader so fiercely?” Huang Ziya widened her eyes in shock.

Yang Jian remained calm, “Don’t be surprised. The identity of the leader can only intimidate newbies like you. When you really encounter ruthless characters, they won’t hesitate to kill, not just a leader but even a team captain. Fang Shiming from the friend circle is the best example. What? Feng Quan, did you encounter someone from the friend circle?”

He calculated the timing, thinking it might be the aftermath of the last friend circle incident, as Feng Quan’s departure and his own attack happened around the same time.

“I’m not sure. I almost died out of the blue. The opponent had Tong Qian’s satellite positioning phone, and I was lured here,” Feng Quan said.

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