Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1283 - 1250: A Terrifying Plan
The worst-case scenario as expected has happened.
The Ghost Drawing has completely spiraled out of control under human interference. At this moment, not only is a gray, ashy rain falling over the sky of Shuangqiao Town, but the nearby villages and towns are also experiencing the same, even Dahan City is showing signs of a Ghost Drawing invasion.
Despite the long distance between Shuangqiao Town and Dahan City.
The invasion of the Ghost Drawing can ignore the influence of distance; even cities thousands of kilometers apart will soon be shrouded in the Ghost Domain of the Ghost Drawing, as long as someone has seen the real Ghost Drawing and triggered its deadly pattern.
Until in the end, all invaded areas will merge into one, forming an unimaginably large world of the Ghost Drawing.
That’s exactly why this drawing is classified as an S-level supernatural event.
“The residents of Shuangqiao Town seem unaware that danger has descended.”
Walking on the town’s road, Li Jun, wearing sunglasses, looked around but found that the residents on the street were all calm, not panicking, merely using umbrellas to shield from the falling ashes, not paying much attention.
“They haven’t seen the Ghost Drawing, so the ghost won’t target them. They’re temporarily safe, but being in the Ghost Domain of the Ghost Drawing, it’s only a matter of time before they’re targeted,” said Leuk San.
“We can’t worry about them now, the Ghost Drawing’s loss of control is escalating, affecting more people for sure. Previously, in the oil painting, that Zhang Xiangguang said they might be in an old private school here in Shuangqiao Town. Though we don’t know if it’s true, we still have to check,” Wei Jing said, expressionless, his gaze searching the surroundings as if he discovered something.
But he didn’t find anything.
They have already entered the world of the Ghost Drawing, where everyone’s Ghost Domain is affected, making movement not that easy.
Of course, this issue affects them and also Zhang Xiangguang and the others.
“I inquired with a few elders in the town, and there is indeed such a private school, but it was rebuilt into a school many years ago. Its current name should be Shuangqiao Town Primary School.”
Leuk San remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up.
His paper person also entered Shuangqiao Town unconsciously.
Even without leaving himself, he could still grasp the situation around through his paper person.
“Shuangqiao Town Primary School?”
Lu Zhiwen pointed in a direction and said, “It should be over there.”
The group changed direction and accelerated, heading straight for Shuangqiao Town Primary School.
When they arrived, they indeed saw a five-story building, with tall courtyard walls enclosing it. Padlocked rusted iron gates hung there, and through them, they could see the school’s playground overgrown with weeds, evidence that the school hadn’t been used for a long time.
Yang Jian walked to the iron gate, pulled with his hand, causing it to twist, and the padlock broke immediately, the gate creakingly opened slowly.
“Looking at them, they don’t seem like they’d be hiding here. Is the Zhang Xiangguang in the oil painting lying?” Li Jun frowned, the eerie Ghost Flame in his eyes flickering, ready to ignite the place at any moment.
“His words are unreliable, but at times we have no choice but to believe them. After all, we are desperate to find Zhang Xiangguang; any lead should be pursued. Plus, some of his information is indeed true, the Ghost Drawing is here in Shuangqiao Town, this place bears the deepest marks of a supernatural invasion, so the Ghost Drawing’s loss of control must have started from Shuangqiao Town.”
“As for whether Zhang Xiangguang is here or not, we’ll only know after we look,” said Yang Jian emotionlessly.
“But here we are, claiming to be captains, circling around and ending up not even finding the enemy, speaking of this would be quite embarrassing,” He Yiner said with some displeasure.
But despite the talk.
The group still entered the abandoned school.
“I can feel it, indeed there’s someone in that building. Looks like our luck isn’t too bad.”
Suddenly, Leuk San squinted his eyes, staring at the old classroom building ahead.
His senses were indeed spot-on.
The next moment.
A footstep sound appeared at the stairway of the abandoned building, and someone slowly walked down the dim steps.
This person was….. Zhang Xiangguang.
He actually showed himself unprovoked, having no intention of hiding any longer, or perhaps for him, there was no need to hide anymore.
“You’re a step too late, but it’s not your fault. After all, I’ve been planning this for a long time; there’s simply no chance of failure.”
However, Zhang Xiangguang stepped out, and upon seeing everyone, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he seemed to have anticipated it, and uttered just one sentence.
“What about the Ghost Drawing?” Yang Jian stared at him coldly, not rushing to make a move.
Zhang Xiangguang shook his head with a smile and said, “The Ghost Drawing? At this point, the Ghost Drawing is no longer important. You just need to know that it’s currently losing control, and the speed of losing control is very fast…..”
“Using the loss of control of the haunted painting to let the Ghost Domain invade the town, dragging everything in reality into the painting; is that your plan? Do you want to use supernatural powers to kill everyone?” Lu Zhiwen asked.
Zhang Xiangguang replied, “No, quite the opposite, I want to save everyone. The outside world is full of supernatural events, ordinary people live precariously, relying on you ghost tamers running around, how many fierce ghosts can you solve? The failure of the previous generation is the best evidence, so we must take a different path.”
“For example, let them live in the World of Ghost Drawing. After all, the world within the ghost painting can expand infinitely, large enough to accommodate everyone. You’ve experienced the ghost painting incident before, you should know, after a foreign city was absorbed by the ghost painting, many survivors lived within the painting for more than half a year, and they are still healthy.”
He mentioned a terrifying idea, wanting everyone to live in the World of Ghost Drawing.
“You’re truly insane to come up with such a foolish plan?”
Li Jun said coldly, “Staying in the World of Ghost Drawing and being killed by ghosts is only a matter of time.”
“Foolish?”
Zhang Xiangguang looked at him, “Do you think the issue you’re thinking of hasn’t crossed my mind? The only reason the World of Ghost Drawing is dangerous is that there’s no one to control it. But what if someone could successfully control the ghost painting? Once it’s successfully controlled, the world will no longer be dangerous, because every danger would be manageable.”
“Even the top ghost tamers will face death someday; the erosion of supernatural forces is irreversible. Your insane plan is doomed to fail,” He Yiner said.
As a Soul Summoner, by theory she could only live about a hundred years.
After that, her limits would be reached, and she would die too.
The previous Soul Summoner lived even shorter, barely reaching sixty.
Zhang Xiangguang said, “I’ve considered this issue, and twenty years ago I thought of a solution, and that’s to have a person who would never die to control the ghost painting.”
“No one lives forever,” Leuk San said.
Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly, “No, there is one kind of person who does not die.”
“What kind of person?” The others looked at Yang Jian,
Zhang Xiangguang smiled, “It seems like you figured it out, yes, there is one kind of person who doesn’t die,”
“The managers of the Ghost Post Office.” Yang Jian’s expression became serious.
Sun Rui?
Instantly, everyone thought of Sun Rui, the former manager of Dahan City.
Even if Sun Rui’s head was severed, losing his body, without the ghost inside his body maintaining his life, he could still survive.
“You want the managers of the Post Office to control the ghost painting, and then use the ghost painting’s ability to invade reality, letting everyone live in the world within the painting, isolating them from supernatural events outside, solving the harm caused by supernatural forces once and for all? And the managers of the Ghost Post Office would not die themselves, allowing for eternal control of the ghost painting, preventing the painting from losing control?”
At that moment, Yang Jian understood Zhang Xiangguang’s idea.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Zhang Xiangguang nodded, “And I call this plan the Peach Blossom Fountain plan, just like the ancient people portrayed, living in a world of Peach Blossom Fountain that is free from worldly troubles, and as the manager of this world, I can solve disasters, wars, supernatural events, diseases… Everything would be perfect, wouldn’t it?”
“However, the new world still needs order and management. If possible, I hope you all can join my plan and help me maintain and perfect this new world.”
With that, he extended his hand to everyone, offering an invitation.
“If your plan succeeds, then everyone’s lives will be tied to you. If anything happens to you, everyone will die in the ghost painting. Dozens of billions of lives, are you so confident you can bear that burden?”
Yang Jian gripped the cracked long spear in his hand tightly.
“I’ve thought of that too, so for the most part, I won’t personally manage the new world. I will leave it to those with the will to manage it, like Tian Xiaoyue, like Sun Rui, or like you captains, after all, as the ancients said, the most accomplished have no self, the divine beings have no achievements, the saints have no name.”
“What does he mean by that?” Zhou Deng asked, a bit puzzled.
Lu Zhiwen explained, “It means those who reach the pinnacle of status should not be biased, beings like gods or deities should not undertake any actions because not acting means not erring, thus they can be worshipped forever, and sages should not seek fame and fortune, being bound by fame and fortune. It means becoming an existence without bias, doing nothing, and not seeking fame or fortune.”
“So is that still human?” Zhou Deng was surprised.
“To achieve that is no longer to be human, but to be the way of heaven,” Lu Zhiwen replied.
“Zhang Xiangguang, do you really think we’d believe such nonsense?”
He Yiner said with a cold expression, “And your plan is destined to be impossible to realize because you will die today.”
“The managers of the Post Office do not die,” Zhang Xiangguang shook his head.
Yang Jian said, “You are not a manager now, the true managers cannot leave the Ghost Post Office.”
Zhang Xiangguang said, “That’s right, the true managers cannot leave the Ghost Post Office, the only way to leave is to die.”
“You’re not a manager, so why are you talking nonsense? At the end of the day, it’s all just fooling ghosts,” Zhou Deng cursed.
Zhang Xiangguang walked over slowly and said, “But I am not the real Zhang Xiangguang.”
As soon as he said this, everyone was instantly awakened.
They immediately widened their eyes, associating with the person in the oil painting.
“It seems you’ve realized, but it’s a pity you’re still a bit slow. Ever since I became the manager of the post office, I have never left the Ghost Post Office, because this plan requires the manager’s identity,” said Zhang Xiangguang.
“I see, so my pen didn’t point to the wrong place.” Lu Zhiwen’s expression turned serious.
Zhou Deng, more puzzled, asked, “If you’re not Zhang Xiangguang, then who are you?”
“He is the Zhang Xiangguang in the oil painting. Every messenger has three choices after delivering the last letter: either leave the Ghost Post Office, or choose to go to the sixth floor of the Ghost Post Office, which allows them to become a manager of the Ghost Post Office, and as for the third choice, it’s to resurrect someone from the oil painting.”
Yang Jian took a deep breath, shocked by this guy’s fearfulness.
“After Zhang Xiangguang delivered the letter for the first time, he left the Ghost Post Office, then left behind his own portrait. The second time he entered the Ghost Post Office again, delivered the last letter, and chose to resurrect himself from the oil painting. But after successfully resurrecting, he would return to the first floor of the Ghost Post Office to start delivering letters again until the third time he delivered the last letter, he became the manager.”
“So, although Zhang Xiangguang entered and exited the Ghost Post Office twice, he actually delivered the last letter three times because only in this way could he meet his current requirements.”
Although he understood, Yang Jian’s heart was still shocked.
Passing through the Ghost Post Office three times, this Zhang Xiangguang was still able to survive and become the manager of the post office—how terrifying is that?
One must know that the difficulty of the letter delivery task increases based on the messenger’s strength, and it’s not as if once Zhang Xiangguang cleared it once, the second time would become easier.
Back then, Yang Jian was already a top-level ghost master and had become an anomaly, and even so, several times he almost died in the process of delivering letters while clearing the Ghost Post Office.
“You’re right, I delivered the last letter three times.”
Zhang Xiangguang did not deny it, nodded, and acknowledged, “But from today on, all these secrets no longer have meaning, and I voluntarily reveal all this so you can understand that my plan has the potential to succeed and it’s not just an illusion.”
“With that said, the possibility of your plan succeeding is indeed quite high, no wonder you have strived for it for decades,” Yang Jian said.
He Yiner exclaimed, “You actually believe his nonsense?”
“Why not believe? He’s not an irrational madman but has really found a feasible path, albeit very extreme, but it can indeed solve supernatural events once and for all,” Yang Jian said.
Zhang Xiangguang smiled, “It seems there are still people who can understand me.”
“However, even though your plan is good, betting on so many lives to gamble on the uncertainty of the supernatural is, to be honest, something I don’t dare to gamble on, so I hope you can terminate this plan. If possible, kindly just go and die now, so as not to cause us more trouble,” Yang Jian said seriously.
“Then can I understand this as a negotiation failure? Do other captains share the same view?” Zhang Xiangguang asked.
“I have a different idea. If you are willing to commit suicide, I can leave two paper figurines to guard your grave,” said Leuk San.
Li Jun said, “A person like that should just have his corpse burned to ashes to prevent the revival of a vengeful ghost after death.”
“I told you not to waste time, we should act quickly and solve it fast, he might be stalling for time,” He Yiner said.
Zhang Xiangguang sighed after hearing these words, “Since the negotiation has failed, please do not obstruct my affairs anymore, and therefore, I ask that all of you captains die here today.”
“Is that so?”
Suddenly, a voice next to him sounded. Li Leping, who hadn’t spoken all along, appeared by his side at some point, grabbing Zhang Xiangguang’s wrist with a cold hand.
“Well done, Li Leping.” Li Jun immediately strode forward.
Ghost Flame ignited, instantly setting the entire building ablaze. As the flames spread, they completely surrounded Zhang Xiangguang.
The next moment.
A blackened hemp rope descended from the air, directly strangling Zhang Xiangguang’s neck, hanging him up.
“Did it work?”
The other captains did not act, only coldly watched this scene.
They needed to be alert to their surroundings.
Because Zhang Xiangguang was not alone; he had accomplices.
The sound of bones breaking echoed with a crack.
Zhang Xiangguang, hung by the rope, glanced laboriously at Li Leping beside him: “I won’t make the same mistake twice; I don’t remember you, but I will guard against you.”
“Hmm?”
Li Leping furrowed his eyebrows.
Zhang Xiangguang immediately stopped struggling, lowered his head, lost the ability to move, and seemed to be dead.
The corpse began to rapidly decompose, the flesh peeling off, quickly leaving just a skeleton, which then shattered and turned to dust, disappearing completely.
The body just vanished into thin air like that.
But suddenly.
Li Leping looked towards the staircase.
Footsteps were heard, along with the metallic sound of a rusty, old knife scraping the floor.
Zhang Xiangguang descended once more from the stairs.
At this moment, Li Leping sensed danger, not waiting for him to prepare.
An arm slowly detached from his body, falling to the ground.
Thick blood gushed out.
Li Leping immediately grabbed the fallen arm, retreating slowly with an uncertain expression.
“To stop me, you’ll have to give it your all, or else you risk total annihilation.”
The resurrected Zhang Xiangguang patted his shoulder.
The Ghost Flame burning on his shoulder was extinguished just by his pat.
Not only that.
Abnormalities also emerged around the abandoned playground.
At this moment, the sky was no longer gray; it quickly darkened.
A mass of darkness enveloped the area.
“The Ghost Envoy has arrived.”
Wei Jing looked at the familiar darkness with a numb expression and said.
“What a joke, how could the Ghost Envoy appear at this time?” Zhou Deng was shocked.
Li Jun’s hollow eye sockets flickered with fire: “It must be the doing of the Ghost Shepherd, Chen Qiaoyang.”
But around them, Chen Qiaoyang’s figure could not be seen.
Living people only see ghosts; life and death, the Ghost Shepherd is unseen.
Now it seems, this saying is indeed true.
“The Ghost Envoy’s suppression limit is 9. Once you fall behind, you’re doomed. We must stay together,” Wei Jing said again.
As soon as he said this, the other captains immediately gathered together.
Eight captains gathered together, with definitely more than 9 ghosts, could temporarily ignore the Ghost Envoy’s attack.
“Then comes the question, which is more dangerous: the Ghost Envoy or me?”
At this moment, another figure emerged from the abandoned classroom.
This person was also holding an old, rusty knife.
He was still Zhang Xiangguang.
No.
Not just that, a second, a third, a third Zhang Xiangguang emerged from different corners of the teaching building.
They were all exactly the same, with no differences, even their supernatural weapons were identical.
A total of five Zhang Xiangguangs converged, joining forces to approach.
“Infinite reset?”
This scene felt familiar, yet it filled people with extreme horror.
“This guy…..”
Yang Jian’s face was grim; it was the first time he felt the oppressive force of a fellow ghost master.
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