Mysterious Revival-Chapter 785 - 752

In the dimly lit graveyard.

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Yang Jian, Sun Rui, Li Yang, along with Luo Su Yi and Lin Luomei, walked on the muddy path, gradually heading deeper into the graveyard. Following behind their group were six or seven members of the paranormal forum, as well as the two children of Liu Yuan from earlier.

There were more than a dozen people in total.

The number was quite large.

Moreover, with as many as five ghost hunters, such strength was considered top-notch in any supernatural event.

It was precisely because of this that Yang Jian had the confidence to take action.

Although there were quite a few ordinary people mixed in, these individuals were essentially dispensable; should real trouble arise, no one would risk their lives to save an ordinary person.

Their presence would not affect the actions of Yang Jian and the others.

"Increasing the number of people in the team can reduce the chances of being attacked by fierce ghosts, Luo Su Yi, it seems the incident at Caesar Hotel scared you quite a bit,"

Yang Jian, leading the way, glanced over and roughly guessed why Luo Su Yi had allowed two ordinary people to follow the group just now.

This guy had also learned to play dirty, something he wouldn't have done in the past.

Indeed, time can change a person.

Luo Su Yi said, "If they stayed there, they would get attacked by ghosts as well, right? It's a bit safer following us. And isn't it a very normal survival strategy that more people can reduce the frequency of attacks by fierce ghosts? There's always going to be casualties, so why not let their deaths be more meaningful?"

"If a ghost targets someone, it's all the same whether they're in the group or not. On the contrary, we can share the probability of being attacked by ghosts with them."

"So it's a mutual benefit, there's no question of using one another. Yang Jian, you've become a lot kinder after not seeing you for a while."

He hadn't expected Yang Jian, a man of his nature, to care about the lives and deaths of ordinary people.

Yang Jian said with a cold face, "I've never advocated for ordinary people to get involved in supernatural events. If ordinary people really encounter such situations, finding a place to hide increases the chances of living, and running around blindly, with their lack of abilities, leads to a high chance of something going wrong."

"But you didn't refuse them either, did you?" said Luo Su Yi with a faint smile.

Yang Jian replied, "That's because I can't be bothered to care about whether others live or die. They are adults and should be responsible for their own choices. If they make a mistake, if they die, they deserve it. If they're right and survive, they don't need to thank anyone for saving their lives. I've solved so many supernatural events and saved so many people I can't even count them all, and I've never asked anyone to thank me."

"Because I don't deal with supernatural events to save people."

"You really are cold-hearted, Yang Jian."

Luo Su Yi exclaimed, "That's why I've always admired you, for not being bound by rules and regulations, for being real and not fake."

After some experiences, he realized how unique a person with Yang Jian's character was. Of course, personality didn't matter much; what was important is that Yang Jian had grown to such an extent that he could even be mentioned in the same breath as his boss, Ye Zhen.

"Let's talk less idle chatter. The old graves are starting to multiply here." Sun Rui interrupted the conversation between the two, poking at a grave mound in front of them with his cane, very solemnly.

The grave soil was very loose and the cane easily penetrated it.

"What do you think is buried under these mounds?"

Yang Jian looked around and said, "You'd better curb that curiosity. This place is very unusual. I feel it's entirely different from previous supernatural incidents, with not a single commonality. Although nothing has happened yet, danger definitely exists, especially since Old Lady Liu's body has already gone missing."

"It's a signal, a signal of potential danger."

Gravesites were everywhere, yet none could be scrutinized with the ghostly eye.

As a result, Yang Jian was unable to confirm whether the graves held any danger. However, even if he suspected something, he dared not dig up a grave to investigate.

The only grave he dared to uncover was number 78.

After all, he had to deliver the letter there. Besides, he wanted to see what kind of entity was receiving a letter from the Ghost Post Office.

"I really want to get out of this damned place quickly." Sun Rui expressed gravely.

The mounds of graves were everywhere. Looking up, they seemed boundless, stretching into the dim world in the distance.

What was once a normal Fushou Garden had suddenly transformed into this. Even if it was an invasion of the Ghost Domain, it was a bit too exaggerated, wasn't it?

How much time had passed? It was almost as if they were in a completely different world.

Could that red letter actually be delivered safely?

Sun Rui felt a strong unease. He thought Yang Jian's words were very true; what was happening here was indeed starkly different from previous supernatural events.

Which supernatural event had ever produced so many graves?

They bypassed the grave blocking their path.

Yang Jian continued forward, his gaze scanning the tombstones in front of each grave, noticing the numbers on them.

He found that some graves did not have tombstones, only a few had them with numbers engraved. The reason for this difference was unknown, but it certainly increased the difficulty of his search.

Thankfully, the graves followed some pattern.

If the place they had come from was marked twenty-one, then the numbers had changed to thirty-two, thirty-three...

The numbers were increasing.

This indicated that they were heading in the right direction, though the distribution of graves was disordered. The search for grave number 78 was more far-reaching than imagined.

As everyone continued to move forward.

The mound that had previously obstructed their path now presented a sinister scene. From a hole poked by Sun Rui with his cane, blood began to ooze out. Rather than being absorbed by the earth, the blood seemed to be repelled, slowly trickling out and gradually staining the narrow path the group had walked on red.

Moreover, as the blood flowed, the once towering mound began to sink bit by bit, continually getting shorter as if something supporting it was vanishing.

No one saw this happen, and no one noticed.

Eerie changes always occurred when least expected.

As they delved deeper into the cemetery,

more and more bizarre events unfolded.

A member of the supernatural forum suddenly pointed to a grave not far away, "Look, isn't that grave a bit unusual?"

Everyone looked over.

Sure enough, about ten meters away, a solitary tombstone stood, and behind it, the grave mound had split open bizarrely.

Yes, there was no mistake.

The grave mound had split in half from the middle, collapsing to the left and right, with neither coffin nor corpse inside, just eerily empty.

An empty grave cracked open?

"The grave has split from the inside out, something came out of it," Yang Jian said with a sinking gaze, noticing some details.

"No way?" The others' faces changed dramatically.

Yang Jian said, "It's likely true, but that grave is quite old, and from the looks of the split, it's not a recent event. It has been several months at least, so whatever came out of the grave is probably no longer here, likely having left the cemetery."

As he spoke, a chill set into everyone's bones.

"Yang, based on what you said, isn't it possible that a few of the many graves here just happened to split open today?" Li Yang whispered.

"Very possible," Yang Jian replied, his voice grave.

Luo Su Yi said, "Stop talking about it, or I'll want to turn around and leave."

"You can't leave Ghost Domain," Lin Luomei said as she typed, her voice transmitting through the audio.

"Don't point out my shortcomings, I'm just expressing my opinion," Luo Su Yi complained.

Yang Jian continued to walk forward, gradually falling silent, no longer speaking, focusing instead on their surroundings.

In such an environment, encountering ghosts wouldn't even surprise him.

The one consolation now was that no one in the team had died; this also meant that none of the dozen of them had been targeted by a malevolent spirit, so for the moment, they remained in relative safety.

But...

Yang Jian noted the change in numbers on a tombstone: roman numeral forty-five.

They had reached the vicinity of grave number forty-five. The destination, number seventy-eight, was not far off. If nothing went wrong, it would take roughly ten minutes to reach, a time that could be further reduced by running.

However, before they had gone much further, he suddenly stopped.

Next to the path ahead, a small, new grave rose without a tombstone, resembling a little mound.

But on the outside of this mound, an arm covered in grave soil stuck out like a dry tree branch, rigid and contorted atop the grave.

"It's the people who attended the funeral earlier; they scattered because of Luo Su Yi's threats. Now they've been swept into the supernatural events and died here," Yang Jian said, narrowing his eyes as he examined the arm on the mound.

The arm's skin tone clearly showed it was freshly dead and on the wrist dangled an expensive-looking watch.

The hands of the watch kept moving.

Li Yang, Sun Rui, and Luo Su Yi all had their expressions change drastically upon seeing this.

"Has the ghost started killing?"

The idea sprang into everyone's mind, overtaking their prior unease with a more ominous feeling.

They hurriedly looked around, but saw nothing, neither people nor ghosts, just the graves.

"Should we keep going? People are already dead, Yang," Sun Rui asked.

The exposed arm on the low mound ahead almost served as a warning sign, cautioning them not to venture further. The implication was clear: if they continued, the next to be buried in grave soil might not be the person from the funeral, but themselves.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but then he suddenly gestured for everyone to be quiet.

In the stillness of the cemetery, a peculiar sound emerged from nowhere.

Ding, ding ding.

It sounded like someone chiseling on a tombstone.

The noise grew clearer and seemed very near.

Apparently just ahead, not far away.

However, their line of sight was blocked by the graves, making it impossible to see clearly.