Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1288 1255: The Sudden Burst of the Oil Lamp
The struggle in Shuangqiao Town continues.
Meanwhile, in Dahan City shrouded by the Ghost Domain, the real Zhang Xiangguang has already started to take action.
“The Ghost Post Office still has some troubles that haven’t been resolved, you left too hastily.” Nie Yingping asked.
Zhang Xiangguang was currently walking within the World of Ghost Drawing. They were heading to a village not far from Shuangqiao Town, where everything was ready.
“If I stay any longer, I’m afraid something unexpected might happen. Although I am the manager of the post office now, the supernatural power I actually possess is very, very little. If I hadn’t built a good relationship with Yang Xiao and used his name for protection, I probably wouldn’t have lasted in the oil painting area.”
“After all, to execute the plan, all the supernatural power I controlled was transferred to another me.” Zhang Xiangguang revealed his current situation.
In reality, he was externally strong but internally fragile, as there was only one set of supernatural power to use.
Nie Yingping said, “You really are bold. If you were found out, or if I were late, you might have been left in the Ghost Post Office by that Sun Rui.”
“I won’t die in the Ghost Post Office. Sun Rui’s abilities are insufficient, he wouldn’t be able to stop you, and I could still escape.”
Zhang Xiangguang said, “Otherwise, why did I eliminate that Tian Xiaoyue, preventing the fourth post office manager from taking the position for so long?”
“Would the first manager just watch all this happen?” Nie Yingping asked.
“Luo Wensong?”
Zhang Xiangguang said, “I discussed this plan with him. He didn’t oppose or support it, so he tacitly approved all my actions. Perhaps he also realized that supernatural events kept occurring, and despite his lifetime of effort, the situation was still a mess. He might have wanted to try my plan since no one had walked this path before. Even if I don’t completely succeed, at the very least, I could ensure the safety of one area and leave a piece of pure land.”
“The older generation has a flaw of not meddling much in the choices of the younger ones. So when he started to dismember his own supernaturalness to prepare for his affairs after death, the outside me returned to the Ghost Post Office and sent him on his way, following the flow.”
“A manager will not die within the Ghost Post Office, but once they leave, they will. This is both protection and a curse.”
“Actually, I’m quite grateful to him because, without his consent, none of my plans would have succeeded.”
Towards the end, Zhang Xiangguang felt a bit melancholic.
There were many people he didn’t want to kill, but sometimes things couldn’t be helped — major matters cannot be accomplished without taking some lives.
“I understand.” Nie Yingping nodded.
Very soon.
Their steps came to a halt in front of an inconspicuous building in the village.
“Zhang Xiangguang, Nie Yingping, you’ve arrived?”
Soon, the door opened, and an older man and woman emerged. They appeared to be about fifty years old, former Ghost Envoys of the post office who, after successfully delivering letters, faced the challenge of haunting ghosts reviving once they left the post office.
That’s when Zhang Xiangguang at large appeared and found them.
Thus, they became Zhang Xiangguang’s teammates.
“Du Hong, Zhang Ying, thank you for your hard work. How is He Yuelian? Is she still alive?” Zhang Xiangguang nodded.
“Her will to live is quite strong; she has no suicidal thoughts and has been cooperative, saving us a lot of trouble,” Du Hong said.
“That’s good.”
Zhang Xiangguang walked into the house and saw He Yuelian sitting despondently in a chair, not saying a word.
“Have you resigned to your fate?” He asked, staring at He Yuelian.
He Yuelian raised her head slightly to look at him: “You just want me to die with some value, don’t you? As an ordinary person facing you supernatural controllers, what choice do I have but to resign to fate?”
“True, often people can’t help themselves; I don’t want to kill you, but sometimes, for safety’s sake, some sacrifices are necessary,” Zhang Xiangguang sighed.
“Hypocrite,” He Yuelian cursed.
Zhang Xiangguang said, “Feel free to curse if it makes you feel better, it’s alright. I’ve indeed done some things wrong, but the plan must go on.”
At this moment, the two Ghost Envoys, Du Hong and Zhang Ying, brought out a red wooden box from the adjoining room.
The box trembled slightly, the contents unknown.
“You already know where your looks came from, but what you probably don’t know is that the woman in the ghost drawing was also a supernatural controller in life. To prevent her own ghost’s revival after death, she disassembled her supernaturalness, thus creating one terrifying supernatural event after another.”
“These disassembled supernatural pieces are like fragmented puzzles; collecting and reassembling them will allow for resurrection.”
“Although the resurrected may no longer be the former ghost controller, possibly unable to retain conscious thought, the inherited supernatural power is real.”
“Although I haven’t gathered all the puzzle pieces, through some other methods, I can still complete and assemble it, and you will bear it all,”
Zhang Xiangguang pointed at He Yuelian.
“Once I become a supernatural controller, the first thing I’ll do is kill all of you,”
He Yuelian sneered, realizing she was merely an experimental subject.
“If you manage to do that, killing us is fine too,” Zhang Xiangguang stated calmly.
He needed He Yuelian because her appearance was crucial.
The ghost drawing is triggered by recalling a murderous pattern, meaning it possesses the ability to recall past events. Therefore, someone identical is necessary; otherwise, any deviation in memory, leading to disparities, could likely cause issues.
Once He Yuelian successfully controls it all, she will replace everything.
“Bang!”
At this moment, the red wooden box opened.
A chilling aura spread along with a faint corpse stench.
Inside the red wooden box lay a withered corpse, dressed in red bridal clothes, with a red cloth over the head hiding its face. Even at first glance, it was strikingly similar to the woman in the ghost drawing regarding attire.
However, the withered corpse was bound by an old iron chain.
The chain appeared to be a supernatural item, capable of binding the ghost, preventing escape.
Yet the Dried Corpse Bride still struggled, seemingly unable to be entirely sealed by the robust iron chain.
“What’s left is a pair of shoes,” Nie Yingping said, “What do you plan to do?”
“Draw one pair out, although it can only last for a short time, it should be enough.”
Zhang Xiangguang took out a box from his pocket, and after opening it, it contained dye as vivid as blood.
This is dye for oil painting.
A very eerie thing.
This stuff can make whatever is drawn become real, although it only exists in the world of oil paintings, it still possesses supernatural power.
But here in the world of ghost drawing, the effect of this dye is expected to be quite limited in duration.
“Since everything is ready, let’s begin. I’ll go lure the fierce ghost from within the ghost drawing,” Nie Yingping said.
“The dried corpse bride holding hands with the fierce ghost in the ghost drawing, I believe this scene will be very interesting,” Zhang Xiangguang said, looking forward to it in his heart.
Meanwhile,
The situation at the abandoned school building in Shuangqiao Town had some changes at this moment.
Yang Jian’s successful judgment blocked Zhang Xiangguang’s restart, and the ghost shadow covered, cutting off the light source inside the abandoned classroom and trapping Zhang Xiangguang here.
Though not enough to take him down, it did give a glimpse of hope for victory.
After all, Zhang Xiangguang’s weakness has been found.
“There are three Zhang Xiangguang hidden here, among them is the real one. Now he can’t restart, but without light we can’t reach him. The supernatural attack is temporarily halted, but draining time like this isn’t a solution, we need to figure out a way to act before any changes occur,” Yang Jian said.
“And the simplest and most effective way currently is to light an oil lamp, reveal Zhang Xiangguang, and then fight him head-on, three versus three, we have a chance of winning.”
“We can call the people outside over,” suggested Leuk San in the dark.
“You’ve seen Li Jun and Wei Jing’s situation, He Yiner has summoned several souls, how many media she has left is unclear, Zhou Deng’s newly appointed captain’s power is slightly inadequate, the only one who might have an effect could be Lu Zhiwen whose intelligence is unclear, but what if something happens to the others when we bring him over?”
“Don’t forget, there’s still the ghost envoy outside, and Zhang Xiangguang’s teammates hidden in the dark.”
Li Leping said, “Then just three versus three, directly fight him. I’m already in a bizarre state, no time to hesitate.”
He’s in a state of losing control but is trying hard to maintain his sanity.
“You two hold off one Zhang Xiangguang, leave the other two to me,” Yang Jian said.
“One against two, can you do it? Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you, you can’t use that ghost eye now, your power is greatly limited, this feeling isn’t good, is it?” Zhang Xiangguang heard the conversation and responded.
This kind of discussion isn’t necessary to hide from anymore, everyone’s in a classroom covered by ghost shadow, and a showdown is inevitable.
“No, it’s uncomfortable, but taking you down shouldn’t be a problem,” Yang Jian said coldly.
“Hmm? What sound is that, leaking water?” Suddenly, Zhang Xiangguang murmured.
Yang Jian didn’t speak. Water started seeping from under his feet, while droplets also emerged on the surrounding walls, making the air particularly humid.
Ghost Lake is difficult to form within the world of ghost drawing, although traces were left in Shuangqiao Town to accumulate lake water, it’s unreliable at this moment, this backup can only continue to be reserved.
Hence, he didn’t plan to use the supernatural of Ghost Lake now, but used water as a medium to present the Evil Hound.
Immediately,
A pair of fiercely red eyes suddenly appeared in the pitch-black environment, and a beast-like low growl resounded.
“That Evil Hound, huh? Indeed, you still use it at the most crucial moment,” Zhang Xiangguang’s tone was serious, but he wasn’t surprised.
Yang Jian had always known how to hide means.
After all, until the end, no one can be certain what unexpected events may occur, keeping some trump cards is necessary.
But now, Yang Jian didn’t intend to keep them.
“Looks like you really plan to go all out, so let’s do it, three against three, isn’t this fair?” Zhang Xiangguang’s voice continued.
Yang Jian didn’t say a word, just quietly took out a golden lotus-shaped oil lamp.
He dared not light the oil lamp placed on the ground by Zhang Xiangguang, supernatural items feel safer using one’s own.
“Once the lamp is lit, life and death will be decided,” Yang Jian said coldly.
Leuk San and Li Leping immediately readied themselves, they both took deep breaths, waiting for the light.
To be cautious, Yang Jian at this moment used ghost shadow to send a substitute doll to both Leuk San and Li Leping.
Both instinctively caught it and immediately understood within their hearts.
Yang Jian himself didn’t hesitate either, directly used the substitute doll.
A substitute doll broke free from his hand, fell directly to the ground, then ran off without a trace.
Using first, as a precaution.
After making enough preparations, Yang Jian just lit the corpse oil lamp.
Once the corpse oil lamp was lit, a spark of light immediately appeared in the pitch-black environment,
The dim yellow glow of the oil lamp illuminated the surroundings.
The hidden supernatural immediately manifested before their eyes.
And at the moment of illumination,
Three identical Zhang Xiangguang appeared directly before them, and at this moment, these three people had already surrounded Yang Jian, and the rust-stained large knives in their hands fell toward him.
At this moment, Yang Jian’s pupils contracted suddenly.
This Zhang Xiangguang ignored Li Leping and Leuk San, intending to gather all strength to kill Yang Jian.
“You picked the wrong opponent,” Yang Jian’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Even Zhang Xiangguang made a fatal mistake.’
The real Yang Jian isn’t this body, but the black ghost shadow covering the classroom.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
