Mysterious Revival-Chapter 796 - 763

Yang Jian's face was cold as he said, "If you don't do it, do you expect me to do it myself? If you want me to lead you out of here, you need to help. Even kids know there's no such thing as a free lunch. If you keep hesitating, then get as far away from me as you can. I never forced you to come to this damned place."

With that stern rebuke,

nobody dared to reveal the slightest hesitation anymore.

Being left behind at this point meant certain death in this place, an ordinary person had no way to walk out alive.

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At that moment,

the four or five remaining members of the supernatural forum stiffened their resolve and began digging the grave.

Liu Xinyue looked at those digging, then at Yang Jian, and finally at her own brother, Liu Haw, unsure of what to do, feeling a sense of panicked confusion.

It wasn't that she didn't dare to dig the grave; she had to take care of her brother.

Liu Haw had lost both his legs and was feeling fearful and helpless.

Although the amputation of his legs by Yang Jian's Ghost Shadow did not cause pain to the living, as a teenager of sixteen or seventeen, suddenly being attacked by a ghost and losing his legs, nobody would be able to keep calm.

"You don't need to do it, just take care of him," said Yang Jian, glancing over and speaking offhandedly.

Liu Xinyue was momentarily stunned. She looked at Yang Jian, seemingly incredulous that such a cold, almost cruel man would suddenly show a bit of concern for her.

"Thank, thank you."

Coming back to her senses, she quickly expressed her gratitude.

This bit of concern greatly relieved Liu Xinyue, allowing her to take care of her brother with peace of mind while no longer worrying about being thrown out of the group and being unable to leave this place.

A single sentence.

It determined the fate of two people.

"The graves here have the effect of suppressing malicious ghosts. Once we dig out old lady Liu, we probably won't be attacked," Sun Rui pondered for a moment and said, "It's just that I don't know if this grave soil will retain a similar effect after we leave Fushou Garden. If it does, it could be used as a supernatural artifact."

Yang Jian said, "It's no use. The grave soil only works when piled on the body of a ghost. In supernatural events, ghosts won't give you the chance. Besides, speaking of grave soil..."

He remembered that he still had a bag of it at home.

It had formed after Feng Quan's ghost had revived.

Now it seemed that Feng Quan's grave soil had some connections to this place, and it was very possible that the ghost inside his body had escaped from here or had also been affected by the curse of this graveyard.

Sun Rui sighed and said, "You're right, the grave soil here can suppress ghosts, putting them into a deep sleep; it sounds very special, but in practice it's quite difficult to use."

Ghosts aren't going to stand still and just let you bury them.

Moreover, Ghost Domain can't affect the grave soil, meaning there's no way to use Ghost Domain to transfer the grave soil directly onto the ghosts.

Its usability was greatly reduced.

Li Yang said, "In the current situation, we don't have the energy to take away the soil from a grave, do we? To do this by hand, we'd need an excavator. But it's too dangerous to dig up a grave in this haunted place, isn't it? If something comes out, it could be deadly. I don't believe there's only one ghost here."

An expanse of dense graves.

Grave soil that can bury ghosts.

Even Yang Jian wouldn't have the guts to dig recklessly here, and he certainly wouldn't risk his life just for this special grave soil.

Time ticked away.

Members of the supernatural forum were acting as laborers, opening up the old grave.

The grave soil was loose, and even digging by hand wasn't too difficult, but the dirty and dark soil emitted a strong stench of decay that was hard to stand. It was as if more than one body had been buried here, with the corpses having rotted away and merged with the soil.

About several minutes passed.

A protruding grave mound was gradually leveled.

Soon.

After one person dug up a handful of grave soil in front of them, they finally discovered something.

It was a piece of black clothing, not something worn by the living, but a shroud worn for burial. Although buried in the dirt, the material still looked very new, not something that had been buried for long.

"Found, found it," that person hastily shouted.

Everyone else's hands immediately stopped, and they all looked over.

Yang Jian walked over, his gaze shifting slightly, for he indeed saw the half-buried black shroud in the soil. It was familiar—the very shroud Liu Lao Tai was wearing when she was put into the coffin.

"Dig a bit more, it's best to dig out Liu Lao Tai's hands that are buried in the soil."

The few people had no choice.

Under such supervision, even if they wanted to slack off, they couldn't, and they had to continue digging along the corpse with trepidation.

Compared to opening Luo Su Yi's grave, this excavation was even more terrifying.

Because everyone knew that the deceased buried in the grave mound before them was actually a ghost that was only sleeping because of the special properties of the grave soil. But they weren't fools; once they dug out the soil, it was very possible for the ghost to awaken.

Just the thought of what could happen then was frightening enough.

Little by little, the grave soil was moved aside.

The contours of the body became increasingly clear.

"Ah."

Suddenly, a big, burly man cried out in horror like a woman and fell back in a seated position.

"What happened?"

The man trembled as he said, "Th-that body moved a bit, I felt it, the body really moved."

"Can't be."

All the others instantly paled.

The grave soil wasn't completely removed yet, and the body moved? If they continued to dig, wouldn't the body come back to life?

"We should be good now."

Sun Rui whispered from the side, "If we keep digging, the ghost might escape. This place is the Ghost Domain, and once it regains mobility, it could disappear in the blink of an eye."

At that moment, everyone could see the outline of a corpse appearing before their eyes.

But the corpse was covered with a layer of Grave Soil, not very thick, just enough to hide it.

It was clear that the people from the supernatural forum were quite smart; they dug following the outline of the corpse instead of just opening up a random section.

Yang Jian nodded at these words, signaling the others to step aside, and he already had a red envelope in his hand.

"Get ready, I don't want any accidents."

"Relax, I don't want trouble at this critical moment either," Sun Rui walked forward, squinting his eyes and planting his cane directly onto the corpse with his foot.

Seeing this, Yang Jian didn't say more and immediately brushed aside a patch of Grave Soil.

Mrs. Liu's withered, corpse-spotted, and cold arm was exposed; indeed, he felt this arm twitching, as if struggling to sit up, but the pressure of the Grave Soil was still there, and the corpse wouldn't easily regain movement.

Immediately,

he stuffed a red letter into Mrs. Liu's hand.

The task of delivering the letter was completed without much trouble.

After touching the red letter, Mrs. Liu's hand triggered a miraculous and bizarre scene.

The letter suddenly disintegrated as if it had aged and decayed all at once, leaving nothing behind.

Hmm?

Watching this scene left people somewhat puzzled.

The red letter just vanished like that?

There was nothing inside it, nor had any supernatural event occurred.

"Does this count as a successful delivery?" Sun Rui frowned.

Yang Jian hesitated before replying, "It should, now that the letter is gone. It can't be considered a failure; if so, the Ghost Post Office is really playing tricks on us."

"Right, if it's gone and this doesn't count as success, then I'm going to be angry," Sun Rui also felt that the delivery must have been successful.

Yang Jian didn't hesitate at this moment and began to dig for Mrs. Liu's other arm under the Grave Soil.

The fact that Mrs. Liu's hand wasn't holding a Coffin Nail suggested that it was most likely in her other hand.

As expected,

he saw a shriveled hand holding a rusted Coffin Nail coming out of the earth.

"Found it." Yang Jian felt a surge of satisfaction.

He had wanted to acquire a Coffin Nail from the Hungry Ghost before, but he truly didn't dare to disturb the ghost and had to give up on it.

He hadn't anticipated finding a second Coffin Nail during his task to deliver a letter in the cemetery.

It was just unknown if this Coffin Nail served the same purpose as the first one.

Without further thought,

Yang Jian immediately reached out to take the Coffin Nail.

Mrs. Liu's body was very stiff, her hand tightly clutching the Coffin Nail, and it wasn't so easy to take it away at first.

But that didn't hinder him.

With a cold expression, he used the Ghost Hand to forcibly pry open her stiff fingers.

Even the influence of Supernatural Power would be suppressed and rendered useless in the presence of his Ghost Hand.

Sure enough,

Once the Ghost Hand touched Mrs. Liu's palm, her stiff fingers seemed to lose their strength and were pried open bit by bit.

At last,

the rusty Coffin Nail was forcibly pulled out from the Grave Soil by Yang Jian.

"Got it," Yang Jian let out a sigh of relief.

However, at the moment he got hold of the Coffin Nail,

"Not good, Yang Jian, something's happening!" Suddenly, Sun Rui, who had his foot on the body, changed his expression drastically and shouted.

He felt the corpse under his foot attempting to struggle and rise.

The strength was surprisingly formidable.

It seemed that the thin layer of Grave Soil on the body wasn't enough to maintain suppression, or perhaps the suppressing force wasn't adequate, even with Sun Rui's own strength added to the effort.

Hmm?

Yang Jian quickly realized what was happening.

At that moment, Mrs. Liu's corpse suddenly sat up from under the Grave Soil.

The strength was too overpowering, or perhaps the suppression had completely failed.

Sun Rui stumbled and took a few steps back, almost falling if not for the cane he was clutching.

A wrinkled, ashen face of an old person without any expression turned toward Yang Jian, the dim and lusterless eyes opening, conveying an ominous eeriness.

At that moment,

the corners of Mrs. Liu's mouth curled up slightly.

It seemed like she was smiling.

No, it wasn't a smile.

It was her cheeks moving as if she had something in her mouth.

Soon,

Mrs. Liu's emaciated cheeks bulged, and strands of black liquid slowly oozed from the corners of her mouth.

It was a viscous blood.

The original color of the blood couldn't be seen; due to it being in the corpse for too long, the blood had rotted to black.

An anomaly?

Yang Jian quickly backed away, signaling to the others, "Move away from this old grave site."

He had succeeded in delivering the letter and had taken the Coffin Nail from Mrs. Liu's hand, causing a certain calm to be shattered.

Perhaps this change in Mrs. Liu's corpse originated from the red letter.

There were too many uncertainties.

Yang Jian dared not approach any closer, could only quickly get the others to widen the distance, maintain a certain safety margin, and then see what would happen next.