Mysterious Revival - Chapter 10 - The Power of the Vengeful Ghost

“Everyone, hold hands and follow me. Don’t get separated. I can lead you out of this building.”

“Zhang Wei, why is your hand so sweaty?” Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Wei replied earnestly, “Sweat? This isn’t sweat, Yang Jian. You’re overthinking it. This is urine, okay? It’s boy’s urine, used to ward off evil. I just peed a little while ago, and it’s still warm. Feel it for yourself.”

With that, he unabashedly smeared it on Yang Jian’s hand.

“Gross, that’s disgusting,” Yang Jian said. “Don’t hold my hand. Get away from me.”

“Don’t be like that. I don’t mind you, so why should you mind me? It’s just a bit of pee. What’s the big deal? Once we’re out, you can pee on me if you want,” Zhang Wei joked.

“Yang Jian, do you really have a way to get us out of here?” Miao Xiaoshan asked from behind.

Leading them down the stairs without any sign of getting lost, Yang Jian replied, “Of course. I’ve figured out a bit about this so-called ghost domain. It’s shrouded in darkness, and ordinary people can easily fall into illusions here. What you see might not be real. But there are still things I don’t understand. If everything goes well, leaving here shouldn’t be difficult… Wait, stop. There’s something ahead.”

Suddenly, he called out and stopped.

At the staircase on the first floor, he saw several classmates standing there, lost. They stood motionless like wooden figures, their bodies stiff and rigid.

These were the ones who had left with Fang Jing earlier.

However, only a portion of them remained here, not all.

“Is that Zhao Qiang?”

Yang Jian’s eyes focused on a male classmate.

Zhao Qiang was one of the culprits who had pushed him into the restroom with Fang Jing, Duan Peng, and Zheng Fei.

“Fang Jing isn’t here, so these people were abandoned by him?”

Yang Jian frowned. “It seems Fang Jing is up to his old tricks, trying to use these people’s lives to stall the vengeful ghost.”

If that’s the case, it’s truly karma.

He approached Zhao Qiang, intending to ask what happened.

Zhao Qiang, standing stiffly with his back to Yang Jian, slowly turned his head. His body remained still, but his head twisted 180 degrees in a bizarre manner, and his lifeless eyes stared blankly at Yang Jian.

Startled, Yang Jian took a few steps back.

Dead? But if he’s dead, why can he still move?

Is he turning into a vengeful ghost too?

Yang Jian was on high alert, feeling a surge of tension.

If a few more ghosts appeared, it would be game over.

However, Zhao Qiang’s corpse stood there without any further movement, slowly turning its head back and continuing to face away from the group.

“No reaction… It seems he’s not a threat for now.”

After observing, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

“Zhang Wei, let’s go this way. There’s something blocking the path ahead. We’ll go around it.” He led the others around the bodies.

Since Zhao Qiang had ended up like this, Yang Jian let go of the grudge for his previous actions.

The dead owe no debts.

But the real culprit was Fang Jing.

“Wa-ga-ga~!”

Suddenly, a chilling cry echoed through the stairwell, piercing through the darkness and the ghost domain, reaching everyone’s ears.

“What, what was that sound? It sounded like a baby’s cry, but not quite,” a classmate asked, trembling with fear.

Zhang Wei quipped, “Maybe it’s your mom calling you home for dinner.”

“Your mom calls like that. I bet it’s a ghost.”

“Then why ask?”

Zhang Wei retorted, “Do you think it’s a beauty asking you out? We’re in a horror movie, not at school.”

He was in full snark mode, ready to snap at anyone.

“Don’t waste time. Move quickly. It’s the ghost baby. That thing is coming after us,” Yang Jian said, his face serious.

This was the ghost that had emerged from Zhou Zheng’s body, named the ghost baby.

Though its level of danger was unclear, it was undoubtedly perilous.

“Damn, it really came. Can’t we catch a break?” Zhang Wei shivered and hurriedly fled.

The group quickened their pace, following Yang Jian as they rushed out of the building.

Having finally escaped the ghost wall-like stairwell, the remaining people felt hope was within reach.

But at that moment.

A bluish-black ghost baby crawled along the wall with terrifying speed, like a spider.

Its large, round, pitch-black eyes stared at them, devoid of any human emotion, only an eerie lifelessness.

It seemed to recognize Yang Jian ahead and let out a strange cry, reaching out toward him.

The slender baby arm stretched unnaturally, reaching through the darkness.

Yang Jian, at the front, hadn’t noticed.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian felt a chilling presence rapidly approaching from behind, the same feeling as when the ghost attacked him in the restroom.

Just as he was about to turn, a sharp pain erupted at the back of his head, as if the skin was being torn open, and a blood-red eye appeared, spinning a few times.

“Ah!”

The pain made him stop, clutching the wall to keep from falling.

A strange cry echoed, and the baby arm halted behind him.

A red eye had appeared on the back of Yang Jian’s head, staring intently at the approaching baby hand, emitting a faint red glow, seemingly stopping its attack.

The ghost baby’s head twisted, looking at Yang Jian with curiosity, and the elongated arm slowly retracted.

“Yang Jian, why did you stop?” someone asked.

As the pain subsided, Yang Jian caught his breath. “It’s nothing. I was attacked by the ghost baby, but I’m okay.”

He instinctively touched the back of his head.

His heart skipped a beat.

He felt an eye there.

The view from behind transmitted into his mind, allowing him to see what was happening behind him.

“Did this thing save me?”

Yang Jian recalled Zhou Zheng’s words, thinking, “This eye is also a ghost. It’s gradually reviving under constant stimulation. Once it reaches a certain point, I’ll be killed by this ghost, just like Zhou Zheng…”

Is this what being a Ghost Tamer means?

Humans wielding the power of vengeful ghosts.

And being wielded by them.

Yang Jian let out a bitter smile. What kind of deal is this?

The price of wielding a ghost’s power.

Or a countdown to death.

The ghost baby, having failed to attack Yang Jian, didn’t give up. It crawled rapidly down the stairwell, moving with an inhuman speed. Finally, it leaped from the ground and clung to a female classmate from behind, wrapping its thin arms around her neck, hanging on her like a sinister backpack.

The girl, Wang Shanshan, widened her eyes in terror, screaming and desperately trying to pry the ghost baby’s arms from her neck.

“Wang Shanshan, are you… okay?”

A nearby classmate, filled with fear, shone a phone light on Wang Shanshan.

Under the light, the baby’s head tilted, looking at them. Its slender arms possessed a strength beyond normal, squeezing Wang Shanshan’s neck as if trying to snap it. She couldn’t speak, her head thrown back, nearly suffocating, her face flushed with pain. Strangely, where the baby’s skin touched Wang Shanshan, they began to meld together.