Mysterious Revival

Guanjiang Residential Complex, a high-rise dwelling.

This was the new home of Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan, where the family of three huddled together for warmth before despair arrived, comforting each other and giving confidence.

However, at this moment.

Sitting on the sofa, the pale-faced Wang Shanshan suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you?" Wang Haiyan was startled and hurriedly helped Wang Shanshan up from the ground.

But as soon as she touched Wang Shanshan's body, Wang Haiyan jumped in shock.

Her body, already colder than the average person, was now ice-cold, completely devoid of any warmth, prompting her to quickly check her daughter's chest.

"Ah~!"

Wang Haiyan couldn't help but let out a scream as she quickly withdrew her hand.

Her daughter's heartbeat had stopped; she was already dead.

"Husband, come quickly, something has happened to our daughter..." Wang Haiyan called for Wang Bin.

"Don't shout so loudly, do you want to attract that thing?" Wang Bin, frightened, hurried out of the kitchen, almost ready to cover his wife's mouth.

Although they hadn't entered the safe room, they knew how those ghostly things outside killed people.

But Wang Bin was stunned when he found out what had just happened.

His daughter was dead?

"Yang Jian, right, let's ask Yang Jian," Wang Bin instinctively thought of Yang Jian.

He must know about his daughter's condition.

But just as Wang Bin was about to make the call, he froze, because he suddenly remembered something his daughter had said: If Yang Jian died, she would die too.

Could it be... Yang Jian was already dead?

Yang Jian was more than just dead; by this time, his body was cold. With a serene expression, his limbs dangled limply, his shoes having already fallen off, his entire body hung in the air by an old rope, motionless.

His body had been in that position for quite a while.

If nothing unexpected happened, his corpse would hang there, rot, breed maggots, and eventually be reduced to a skeleton.

This was about four hours after his suicide by hanging.

"Drip, drip~!"

The black drops of liquid, dark as ink, dripping from beneath his feet, started to increase and fall more frequently. The camera occasionally caught it, but it was just a fleeting glimpse and it was unclear what it was.

"Just now... was there water dripping from his feet? Could it be that his internal organs have started to rot, producing corpse fluids?"

Wang Xiaoming, who noticed this detail, was still puzzled.

Logically, rotting shouldn't happen so quickly.

But then Wang Xiaoming saw some supernatural occurrences with Yang Jian's corpse.

His body was swaying~!

It began to move back and forth, slowly starting to sway.

As the heavy corpse swayed, the ceiling of the room made creaking noises.

If others saw such a scene, they would probably be scared out of their wits.

The corpse, dead for hours, was now rocking in mid-air.

"This situation... could it be that Yang Jian will come back to life? No, that's not right. It's not that Yang Jian's corpse is moving on its own, it's the rope that's moving," Wang Xiaoming's eyes narrowed as he began to realize why Yang Jian had chosen this particular way to commit suicide.

He must have figured out some pattern of a fierce ghost, hoping to use this pattern.

As for what the outcome would be, Wang Xiaoming wasn't sure.

"He hasn't lost, Yang Jian hasn't lost yet." Hope surged again in his heart.

In the video, Yang Jian's body hung in mid-air, swaying slightly at first, but the amplitude of the swaying gradually increased.

And the black liquid dripping from Yang Jian's body became more and more abundant.

These black droplets didn't just turn into a puddle of dead water on the ground, but moved like living things, gradually spreading outward from the spot where they fell.

The ground began to be covered by darkness.

"Damn it, my phone's about to die." Wang Xiaoming stared intently at the unfolding events, realizing at this moment that his phone's battery was nearly depleted.

He wanted to charge it, but he refrained from doing so because if his phone ran out of battery, Yang Jian's would too due to exhaustion of power, severing the video connection once that phone turned off.

"There's about twenty minutes of battery life left," he estimated in his mind.

But at such a critical moment, he had no idea if twenty minutes of battery would suffice.

In the dimly lit room.

Yang Jian's corpse continued to sway midair beneath the chandelier, as if blown by an invisible gust of wind.

Yet the room's doors and windows were tightly shut, making any breeze impossible.

At this moment, the extent of the swaying of Yang Jian's body in midair seemed to have reached a limit.

During this sway, the body's feet touched the Ghost Mirror in front of it.

Upon contact.

The corpse's feet were inexplicably adhered to the mirror, unable to detach.

Because of the adhesion, the swinging ceased.

Yang Jian's body now hung at an angle midair, defying all logic.

The grass rope around his neck was taut, tightly gripping his neck as if preventing the body from being sucked into the Ghost Mirror.

At the same time, the once peaceful-faced Yang Jian began to tremble, with a black liquid seeping out all over his body.

"Could it be?"

Wang Xiaoming, upon witnessing this scene, suddenly realized something and stood up in shock, drawing curious glances from the others in the safehouse.

Ignoring everyone else's looks, Wang Xiaoming was incredibly startled and, although not certain, he began to understand Yang Jian's true intentions.

If he wasn't wrong, Yang Jian intended to exploit the properties of several ghosts to artificially create a contradiction and conflict, causing a collision between ghost and ghost.

"But that's impossible, one condition is missing. Even if he could perfectly orchestrate a conflict between ghosts, he is still dead..."

As he said this, Wang Xiaoming abruptly paused, then stared fixedly at Zhang Wei.

What if the dead could be resurrected?

Just at that moment.

The Ghost Rope around Yang Jian's neck was gradually saturated by the black liquid, taking on a pitch-black hue.

That substance wasn't actually liquid, but a part of the Ghost Shadow, so dense it was frightening, resembling ink.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Crack~!"

With a slight sound.

The Ghost Rope that hung Yang Jian lost its strength after being covered by the black shade and drooped down from midair.

Under the influence of revival, the Ghost Rope finally succumbed to the Ghost Shadow.

It couldn't suppress the Ghost Shadow with a physical form, especially not in its revived state.

Not only that, it was also controlled by the Headless Ghost Shadow.

But the Ghost Rope had completed its mission.

The very moment the Ghost Rope dangled down from above.

Yang Jian's corpse abruptly stood upright in midair and finally crashed onto the Ghost Mirror in front of him.

No, it wasn't a crash, but the mirror suctioned it.

Now the critical moment began, the creation of a logical death loop between the Ghost Shadow and the Ghost Mirror.

Causing both ghosts to crash.

If successful.

Yang Jian would resurrect from death.

But at that moment, the phone's battery died, and it shut down automatically.

Wang Xiaoming only saw Yang Jian's body absorbed in front of the mirror before the connection was lost.