Mysterious Revival-Chapter 905 - 872: Loss of Control and Invasion
Chen Qiaoyang was captured.
He stood motionless on the deserted street, frozen like a puppet.
A massive shadow loomed beneath his feet, dark and eerie, unlike the shadows of normal buildings. As time passed, Chen Qiaoyang's body gradually became enveloped by the shadow.
The invasion of the Ghost Shadow continued smoothly.
However, because Chen Qiaoyang's body possessed some form of Supernatural Power, the invasion process was not fast.
But Chen Qiaoyang was powerless to resist this invasion, as he no longer had any usable ghosts at his disposal.
"So, the second round… I win, right?" Yang Jian stared at him, his Ghost Eye twitching restlessly.
Under his gaze, Chen Qiaoyang found it incredibly difficult to escape.
"You little bastard! If I hadn't taken the ghosts from the Wang Family's ancient house yet, do you think you'd even measure up to me?"
Chen Qiaoyang gritted his teeth, his old face contorted and ferocious.
He was deeply unwilling, frustrated that his full abilities had yet to be unleashed but he was already cornered. Worse still, the ones blocking him were freaks—no normal individuals among them—and his misfortune couldn't be worse.
"Do you think saying useless things like that has any meaning? Losing is losing; there are no excuses and no luck when dealing with the supernatural," Yang Jian said, still on high alert, waiting for the Ghost Shadow's invasion to complete.
Chen Qiaoyang's face darkened but he remained silent.
Meanwhile, the disturbance here had already drawn Wang Chaling's attention from outside the ancient house.
Earlier, Yang Jian had been fighting within the Ghost Domain, but now that he was outside of it, the activity was naturally noticeable to others in the outside world.
At this moment—
Wang Chaling hurried over, but by the time he arrived, the confrontation between Yang Jian and Chen Qiaoyang was already over. Now they were stalling each other, locked in a temporary deadlock.
However, with Chen Qiaoyang being invaded by the Ghost Shadow, the situation was undeniably in Yang Jian's favor.
"Captain Yang…" Wang Chaling stopped in his tracks, halting just outside the range of the ominous shadow.
Yang Jian spotted him as well, turning his head slightly to glance at him: "Wang Chaling, you've disappointed me. A man like this swaggering out of the ancient house, and yet you did nothing. What's the matter? Are the two ghosts behind you just for decoration, or have you chosen self-preservation and decided not to involve yourself in this fight?"
"Making a move against him is highly risky. Li Jun has already fallen, and I don't stand much of a chance alone. If you'd shown up sooner, perhaps teaming up might have changed the situation," Wang Chaling replied calmly.
"So, are you blaming me?" Yang Jian said coldly. "Being outmatched and being too afraid to act are two very different things. With your way of handling things, it's no wonder the ancestral house got lost."
Wang Chaling's gaze flickered, but he didn't refute Yang Jian's remarks. Instead, he asked, "What's your plan now?"
"Obviously, end him." Yang Jian responded. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"Looks like you're at an impasse." Wang Chaling commented.
Yang Jian replied, "Invasion is just a matter of time. He won't last much longer unless he has some other tricks up his sleeve."
Wang Chaling glanced at Chen Qiaoyang again.
The man showed no sign of action, with most of his body shrouded by the ghostly shadow, rendering him seemingly incapable of movement.
"Be cautious. He's not as simple as he looks. If you need help, just say so," Wang Chaling said.
"The Wang Family's third generation is here as well. Haha, talk about misfortune piling on," Chen Qiaoyang suddenly laughed. "Who would've thought, after barely escaping, I'd have to face three captains of the modern era—and all of them acquainted. Falling to this state today is truly a stroke of bad luck."
"I thought Li Jun inside the ancient house was fearsome enough, but I didn't expect someone outside to be even more ruthless."
After finishing, he looked at Yang Jian again.
That familiar yet distant face dredged up past grudges and grievances.
"Still, I've held my cards close. If I've calculated correctly, it should be about time now," Chen Qiaoyang said with a cold smirk.
"You talk too much," Yang Jian said, his expression shifting as he sensed something unusual.
In an instant, the Ghost Domain was activated.
The surroundings became suffused with red light once again.
This was the Fifth Level of the Ghost Domain, isolating reality and cutting off Chen Qiaoyang's escape route.
"Yang, you little bastard, you clearly can't foresee far enough into the future. Otherwise, why would you set up such pointless defenses at this moment? The hand I've prepared isn't here—it's over there." Chen Qiaoyang's gaze shifted toward the direction of the ancient house.
As if to validate his words—
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
The sound of a clock echoed suddenly from within the ancient house.
The sound came from a pendulum clock.
"The pendulum clock in the ancient house? Reactivated?" Yang Jian glanced at the time; it was already past nine in the evening, though not yet ten o'clock.
This wasn't the usual time for the pendulum clock to reactivate.
"The ghosts—out of control."
Chen Qiaoyang laughed. "I've broken through the defenses of the Wang Family's ancient house. Now, what will you do?"
"Kill you first," Yang Jian's face darkened as he began to understand Chen Qiaoyang's plan.
Concerned that he couldn't safely leave Dadong City, Chen Qiaoyang had tampered with the pendulum clock in the ancient house, initiating a complete reactivation at a specific time. This would release all the ghosts within the house into the real world, causing chaos—and giving him the chance to escape amidst the turmoil.
The next moment—
Yang Jian appeared beside Chen Qiaoyang, his hand gripping him by the neck.
With a forceful squeeze—
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones reverberated.
"You think strangling me will kill me? I'm not that easy to kill," Chen Qiaoyang said, his head lolling to one side, his skin beginning to crack and bleed.
Sticky, pitch-black blood oozed ceaselessly, carrying a terrifying Supernatural Power.
The Ghost Shadow continued its invasion, stealing Chen Qiaoyang's memories.
Memories that didn't belong to Yang Jian surfaced.
Chen Qiaoyang widened his eyes, staring hard at Yang Jian. He could feel his memories blurring and certain things slipping away into oblivion.
Yang Jian, in stealing those memories, simultaneously attempted to rewrite them.
The most violent method was to wipe out all memories—turning them into zero.
Complete erasure.
If successful, Chen Qiaoyang was as good as dead.
"You little bastard! Trying to erase me?!" Chen Qiaoyang cried out in terror, as the cracks in his skin spread faster, and the viscous, pitch-black blood coated his entire body.
"Annoying."
Yang Jian ignored him, sensing something was amiss outside the ancient house. Danger approached swiftly, even invading the Ghost Domain.
But so what.
Yang Jian persisted, not stopping his invasion of Chen Qiaoyang.
If he let up now, he might never have another chance to eliminate Chen Qiaoyang.
Yang Jian was keenly aware that Chen Qiaoyang no longer relied on physical survival as a ghost wielder; rather, he had become a preserved consciousness—a different kind of entity. Killing him required these drastic measures.
"Yang Jian, watch out!"
Suddenly—
A warning voice rang out from outside the Ghost Domain. Wang Chaling's voice.
At this moment—
The Fifth-Level Ghost Domain was abruptly breached.
A horrifying supernatural phenomenon sent chills down the spine.
A bridal sedan chair appeared, seemingly crafted of paper, carried by four red-and-green paper figurines, materializing directly in front of them.
The next moment—
Yang Jian was struck by the eerie paper sedan, sent flying. Chen Qiaoyang was hit too, but he tumbled into the sedan, which then carried him away.
The sedan didn't travel far before its outline blurred, disappearing within Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.
Taking Chen Qiaoyang with it.
"A ghost that escaped from the ancient house?"
Yang Jian quickly scrambled up, his body twisted and caved in like a corpse. Yet, under the Ghost Shadow's cover, he rapidly healed.
His face, however, was grim.
Because—Chen Qiaoyang wasn't dead.
