Mysterious Revival-Chapter 908 - 875: Strange Conflict

Wang Chaling stared at the Hungry Ghost sitting on the chair inside the safe house, his eyes flickering, and various thoughts flooded his mind.

He could be sure that no one outside, no matter who they are, knows that it was he himself who stole the Hungry Ghost from the headquarters. So, after the Ghost Shepherd Chen Qiaoyang appeared, he first had to confirm whether the Hungry Ghost he placed in the safe house had been taken by Chen Qiaoyang.

Although the possibility is low, he still needs to confirm it.

"This is currently the only confirmed ghost in the supernatural circle that can restart and has been successfully imprisoned. Whether it's the value of the Hungry Ghost itself or the value of that Coffin Nail, it's enormous, especially important to me; otherwise, I wouldn't have risked stealing this Hungry Ghost from the headquarters back then."

Wang Chaling recalls his decision back then with lingering fear.

If things were to get exposed, he would be pursued by the headquarters.

But he felt that the risk, though present, was within what he could bear.

First of all, it wasn't he who acted, but his grandfather and grandmother who had already turned into fierce ghosts.

Ghosts don't die.

So, even if it failed, nothing would happen, and at that time, the experts in the headquarters had been mobilized for dealing with the Ghost Painting incident, leaving almost no one capable of stopping his generation's fierce ghosts from the Wang Family.

The result was obvious.

He succeeded.

He forcibly stole the Hungry Ghost from the headquarters and brought it to Dadong City, hiding it in the safe house until today.

Regarding the Coffin Nail, Wang Chaling dared not move it for the time being.

He has seriously studied the S-level supernatural incident and the dossier of the Hungry Ghost. For such a level of fierce ghost, any carelessness could cause a catastrophic disaster.

After all, this fierce ghost will restart.

"By using the restart of the Hungry Ghost, I can counteract the restart of the ancient mansion; if I succeed, I can reclaim the clock in the ancient mansion. Then, if I force the Hungry Ghost to enter the restart phase, I can create an inescapable restart loop with the clock's restart. The Hungry Ghost restarts every forty minutes, and the clock restarts every thirty minutes, adding up to seventy minutes."

"One cycle will turn back the time inside the mansion by seventy minutes. If all goes well, I can revert the time inside the mansion to a previous point in time."

"Perhaps even back to that day..."

Wang Chaling reached out to brush the heavy door of the safe house, feeling a flush of excitement in his heart.

Because he has already grasped this opportunity.

It's possible to achieve it; it's not without hope.

It's just lacking a bit of control, control over the Hungry Ghost.

After all, the Hungry Ghost won't continuously restart as you imagine; it will kill people.

Wang Chaling also knew the killing pattern of the Hungry Ghost.

Such confidential files are accessible to someone at his Captain Level.

However, at this moment...

Wang Chaling lowered his hand, showing a slight look of helplessness on his face.

He hadn't come up with a good way to control the Hungry Ghost, and at the same time, the matter of the ancient mansion has attracted Yang Jian, and that clock has been targeted by Yang Jian...

In other words, if he has no way to carry out the infinite restart plan in a short time, then once the clock is taken by Yang Jian, everything would be meaningless.

Therefore, to complete this plan, it must be done before Yang Jian retrieves the clock.

"Yang Jian should not have the ability to take the clock now, otherwise, with his temperament, he absolutely will not leave it for later. Accessing the clock requires the right timing. When Yang Jian fought with Chen Qiaoyang earlier, he seemed to have used the restart ability, but his restart should be very short-term."

"At most within three minutes, and the limitations are very high."

Wang Chaling made this judgment.

He confidently believed that currently, Yang Jian could not have access to the clock.

"But no matter what, my time is running out, and I must quickly think of a reasonable solution to implement the plan." A sense of urgency began to rise in Wang Chaling's heart.

According to his plan, if everything goes well, once the ancient mansion is under his control, and with the Hungry Ghost in his grasp, he would have enough time to slowly perfect the plan and wait for the opportunity.

After all, he is an ordinary person, not a ghost user capable of living long.

At worst, spend a few years, a dozen years.

With conditions met, Wang Chaling is not in a hurry; he can afford to wait.

"Since there is no issue here, I must go out and handle the matters outside."

After confirming that the Hungry Ghost was unharmed, he did not linger, turning around immediately to leave.

The empty safe house returned to silence once again.

Behind the thick door, the corpse with bluish-black skin was sitting inside with a grotesque bloated belly, appearing like a puppet, unmoving, with the Coffin Nail deeply embedded in the forehead of this fierce ghost.

However, what no one noticed was.

As time passed, fragments peeled off from the Coffin Nail stuck on the Hungry Ghost's forehead, seemingly rust on the Coffin Nail.

Simultaneously, the numb, lifeless eyes of the rigid fierce ghost began to move slowly.

The eerie eyes glanced toward the direction of the safe house's door.

As if seeing through that door, it caught sight of Wang Chaling's receding figure.

But soon, the eerie eyes turned back again.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

Only occasionally, fragments of rust from the Coffin Nail kept flaking off.

Meanwhile.

In front of Ning'an Building in Dadong City.

Yang Jian had already summoned the team to rendezvous and was preparing to leave this city.

"The supernatural event inside the building has gone out of control. How's the situation on your side?" Feng Quan walked over, monitoring the anomaly inside the building, shaking his head slightly, indicating helplessness.

"The ancient mansion is temporarily under control. A dangerous character named Chen Qiaoyang escaped, and we need to keep an eye on him in the future." Yang Jian said, glancing at Ning'an Building under Wang Chaling's name.

Red wooden benches had been placed at the entrance of the building.

The lights inside were off, only occasionally flickering in places untouched by the supernatural, apart from sporadic screams.

Feng Quan said: "If this goes on, the building will be done for."

"Wang Chaling didn't come to handle it?" Yang Jian frowned.

"Never showed up." Feng Quan replied.

Yang Jian said, "This guy sure can sit still, not handling his building's supernatural event and running off to who knows where, leaving us to clean up his mess."

Previously, during his confrontation with Chen Qiaoyang, Wang Chaling just watched the show on the sidelines.

He said he was going to handle the supernatural event in Dadong City, but then disappeared.

"Now that the other side is settled, do we manage this side?" Feng Quan asked.

Yang Jian asked, "You've been observing for so long, any good idea?"

If there was a good way, he wouldn't mind solving this red-bench supernatural event along the way.

"I observed that the more people die inside the building, the more red wooden benches appear. One person dies, one red wooden bench is added, but I believe these benches should have an initial medium, which is the bench where the real ghost once sat."

Feng Quan said, "If you can find that hidden red wooden bench, there might be a way to handle it."

"No, the medium has already spread. The ghost is killing through this red wooden bench medium. It's out of control, not limited to the initial red wooden bench anymore; each bench can allow a ghost to appear." Yang Jian voiced his opinion.

"To resolve this, there's only one way: have something special sit on the red wooden bench. That thing shouldn't be too fearsome, causing the bench to break, but at the same time able to withstand the ghost's attack on the bench. If successful, the other benches would lose their medium functionality because there's only one ghost, unable to attack others while attacking."

Yang Jian combined previous situations to come up with a plan.

But carrying out this plan is difficult, very difficult.

Simply put, it's about passively enduring the ghost's attack from the bench while the supernatural power you're carrying can't be too strong, as it would destroy the bench, stopping the ghost's attack.

"Seems like Chen Qiaoyang indeed left me with a tough problem, trying to distract us with a building full of people, giving him time to complete the timing; he just didn't expect us to be this ruthless, taking care of him at the ancient mansion first, then coming back for this red bench."

Yang Jian showed a slight cold smile.

Chen Qiaoyang's choice wasn't wrong, using the responsibility, sympathy of those in charge, and somewhat scattering their attention.

A typical person in charge would definitely have fallen for it.

However, the script didn't play out as Chen Qiaoyang thought, so he failed this time.

"Captain, shall we retreat? This side has been sealed off and it looks like you've taken care of things over there; everyone is fine." At this point, Huang Ziya and Tong Qian walked over.

"Li Yang, are you alright?" Tong Qian asked.

Li Yang shook his head: "A close call, but no serious problems."

"Then what are we waiting for, go back to sleep, go back to sleep, I'm so tired." Xiong Wenwen yawned.

However, he was a paper person who didn't need sleep and could act twenty-four hours.

"The red bench issue isn't handled yet, and Wang Chaling has disappeared, don't know where he went; finish this matter before leaving." Yang Jian said.

Tong Qian, slightly surprised, said, "Cleaning up for Wang Chaling doesn't really seem like your style."

"I indeed don't want to handle it, but I promised Li Jun to take care of the supernatural event here, so I need to keep my word." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

Tong Qian nodded.

Although Yang Jian has some personality issues, he indeed keeps his promises, at least not breaking commitments, which is also why the headquarters is willing to ask him for help.

Because Yang Jian doesn't act dishonestly; though expensive, it assures peace of mind.

"Then let's quickly finish this matter and head back to Dachang City." Tong Qian said: "Anyone got a good idea?"

He looked to everyone, glancing over Li Yang, Feng Quan, before ignoring Xiong Wenwen and the innocent Ghost Child.

Finally, the hope was left with Yang Jian.

To handle a supernatural event, not only courage is needed, but more importantly, a kind of intuition, a unique way of thinking.

The group fell silent, all pondering how to handle the red bench supernatural event.

Fortunately, they were not inside the building now, ensuring their safety, giving them enough time to analyze this matter and think of a countermeasure.

"It's time for Daddy Xiong to shine now." Seeing everyone remain silent, Xiong Wenwen immediately stood up, wanting to take the spotlight.

"Predict a few times and a method will appear."

Yang Jian glanced at him: "With so many red benches, countless mediums, endless variables, how long do you plan to predict?"

"No, I don't need to predict those things; I just need to predict you, see how the future you solves the problem, and then tell the current you your future actions, wouldn't that work?" Xiong Wenwen said confidently.

"No need, I thought of a solution." Yang Jian said.

Feng Quan was astonished: "So fast? What's your plan?"

"I need bait to actively trigger the killing pattern." Yang Jian said.

"I'll be the bait." Tong Qian responded immediately without hesitation.

In supernatural events, having someone as bait is normal, but it sounds cruel, which many people cannot accept.

But in reality, it's an indispensable part of an operation.

Just like someone always has to charge on the battlefield.

Yang Jian said, "No one can ensure safety in supernatural matters. If you as bait fail, you'll die, and a new supernatural event will arise, not worth it. Let a normal human do it."

"Nobody is willing to do it." Tong Qian shook his head.

"As long as you offer the right conditions, someone will inevitably be willing to cooperate and risk their life for you." Yang Jian finished speaking and shifted his gaze to the city center of Dadong City in the distance.

A red glow flashed swiftly, encompassed it, and ended quickly.

The next moment.

A young man in a hospital gown, barefoot, appeared in front of Yang Jian.

"Zhang Zhidong, you're sick, there's something in your brain, and based on my experience, the success rate isn't high; you'll die on the operating table. Why not give your life to me today? Once it's done, I'll arrange the surgery for you with at least a ninety percent success rate."

Yang Jian coldly spoke.

This young man named Zhang Zhidong looked puzzled and bewildered because moments ago he was in a hospital, and now he found himself in front of Ning'an Building.

"Since you haven't opposed, it's agreed." Yang Jian walked over, grabbed his collar, and carried him forward.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya, and Xiong Wenwen watched calmly as this scene unfolded.

"Who, who are you?" Zhang Zhidong reacted, stammering his question; he didn't even dare to resist.

In such a supernatural occurrence upon himself, the first reaction is certainly fear.

"I'm Yang Jian."

Zhang Zhidong asked again, "Where are you taking me?"

Yang Jian carried the person back to the door entrance of the building, nearest to a red wooden bench.

He slit the person's arm, causing the blood to drip.

The blood fell on an odd-looking doll.

This was Yang Jian's last substitute doll.

"Sit." Yang Jian pressed on his shoulder, making him sit on the red wooden bench.

Zhang Zhidong was bewildered, lost, unable to resist, and just sat down firmly.

Then, he found his body quickly losing feeling, and a terrifying realization nearly drove him to despair.

The red wooden bench was empty initially, but as he sat down, an eerie person appeared beside him.

Deadly silent, completely absent of life, eerily cold, with worn-out clothing, like a corpse dead for many years, and the person's feet adhered to the bench, seemingly one with it.

"Is this... a ghost?"

Zhang Zhidong's hair stood on end, and his scalp tingled. He wanted to scream but found himself powerless.

Yang Jian stood by, holding the substitute doll, watching coldly.

The substitute doll was struggling now in Yang Jian's hands, punching, kicking, attempting to break free and escape.

But it was futile.

Yang Jian held the substitute doll, preventing its escape.

"I see, an ordinary person triggers the medium to draw out the fierce ghost, then use the substitute doll to transfer the fierce ghost's attack. Now the interesting question arises: will the ghost attack the living person on the bench or Yang Jian's substitute doll?"

"Indeed, he's adept at this game, supernatural phenomena, and rule conflicts, simply born for this job."

Feng Quan's deep voice carried a hint of admiration.

Tong Qian nodded slightly, saying, "If the ghost targets the substitute doll in Yang Jian's hands, then the ghost will inevitably leave the bench, intruding into the real world from the medium."

"Once the ghost appears in the real world, it can be restrained."

Although they instantly grasped the critical point, they couldn't quickly conceive this plan.

It was truly perfect.

The previously helpless ghost on the bench was now forced out by Yang Jian using the substitute doll.

Of course, there was a risk involved.

After all, the ghost might not attack the substitute doll.

"Truly a loss-making deal, using the last substitute doll to deal with the red bench." Inside Yang Jian's heart, a feeling of loss emerged.

This was a life-saving tool, more useful than the Ghost Candle, and consuming it here was uneconomical.

The next moment.

The previously calm bench reacted, shaking violently. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

It seemed some unseen supernatural force was interfering with everything.

Yet, Zhang Zhidong sat on the bench, eyes wide with horror, gazing sideways as if witnessing the most terrifying thing.

Rules and rules collided.

The bench, as a medium, remained intact because Zhang Zhidong was ordinary, lacking supernatural power, unable to counter the fierce ghost's attack; he only dripped a drop of blood on the substitute doll.

The substitute doll's role was to divert the fierce ghost's attack.

The ghost's assault shifted from targeting Zhang Zhidong to targeting the substitute doll.

However, the substitute doll wasn't on the red bench, away from the medium, so the ghost now had to kill the outside-the-medium substitute doll, not Zhang Zhidong.

The medium became a shackle, binding the ghost's killing pattern.

The ghost was struggling to break free, seemingly escaping the restraint of the red bench and invading the real world from an unknown place.

"Will it appear?"

Yang Jian wielded a golden cracked long spear, waiting.

The red bench shook more violently, nearly toppling over several times, yet it didn't.

Zhang Zhidong, sitting on the bench, couldn't escape, having to endure this horror.

Gradually.

A supernatural phenomenon appeared.

A terrifying figure on the bench gradually surfaced.

It was a fierce ghost, struggling and shaking, trying to break free from the red bench's restraint and kill the substitute doll not far away.