Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1537 - 1500: The Thing Behind Me

Yang Jian wanted to quickly deal with this supernatural incident, so his actions were quite bold and somewhat reckless.

In the fourth layer of the Ghost Domain within the Ghost Umbrella, he lit the white Ghost Candle, actively attracting malevolent spirits. In the past, Yang Jian would never have done this because he wouldn’t easily risk his life.

But things are different now.

The supernatural powers he now possesses have surpassed his previous capabilities, and he knows the Ghost Umbrella’s method of killing. Moreover, he holds powerful supernatural weaponry in his hands, giving him considerable confidence.

As the white Ghost Candle burned.

From behind those old, scattered, dilapidated houses, something began to stir. Accompanied by faint sounds in the rain, a bizarre figure, holding a Black Umbrella and shrouded in black gauze, slowly emerged, continuously approaching Yang Jian’s position.

Unlike the ghosts in the third layer, the ghosts in this fourth layer, even with umbrellas, were soaking wet, with water droplets falling occasionally, as if they had been wandering in this rainy world for a long time.

“Very good.”

Yang Jian felt no fear; instead, he stepped forward directly to confront them.

However, the burning of the white Ghost Candle didn’t attract just one ghost. Several eerie figures holding umbrellas started to appear one after another from behind the collapsed buildings, and as time passed, these figures gradually increased, even more so than in the third layer.

In fact, there were quite a few ghosts on this layer; they were simply scattered usually, making them hard to detect. Now, attracted by the Ghost Candle, they all gathered, naturally increasing in number.

Just as before, Yang Jian confronted the ghost head-on. Without hesitation, he grabbed the umbrella in the malevolent spirit’s grasp, attempting to snatch it away.

Yet, when he applied some force, he found the umbrella didn’t budge, making it impossible to seize.

It’s worth noting that his hand is a Ghost Hand, capable of suppressing malevolent spirits. While it may not contend with particularly terrifying ghosts, it can handle ordinary supernatural entities.

“The ghosts of the fourth layer are indeed different and can’t be handled as casually as before. But… that’s about it.”

Yang Jian threw down the umbrella in his hand, tightly gripped the long spear, and swung a Firewood Knife down towards the malevolent spirit in front of him.

The old Firewood Knife was exceptionally sharp when facing a malevolent spirit, effortlessly severing one of its arms.

Even though that icy arm still clutched the Black Umbrella, Yang Jian easily took it away.

After getting a bit wet by the rain, Yang Jian hastily raised this fourth-layer umbrella to avoid being soaked in the eerie rain for too long. Meanwhile, the ghost, deprived of the Black Umbrella, began to dissolve under the onslaught of the rain.

Like a snowman drenched in spring rain.

Soon, the ghost completely vanished, becoming part of the puddle on the ground.

Ghosts never die; they merely exist in another form.

Upon witnessing this, Yang Jian had a vague suspicion that the endless rain here might be related to the ghosts imprisoned here.

The deeper one penetrates into the layers of the Ghost Umbrella, the heavier the rain falls, and the more terrifying the ghosts become.

However, just as this thought arose, Yang Jian’s surroundings darkened again until all light disappeared. After a while, his vision gradually restored.

A huge sound of rain began echoing around.

The pouring rain fell, striking the Black Umbrella with a dull and uncanny noise. And within moments, the umbrella in Yang Jian’s hand developed several holes.

The fourth-layer umbrella seemed unable to withstand the torrential rain of the fifth layer for long.

Yet, when the light returned, Yang Jian was suddenly stunned.

Because the surrounding scene had changed dramatically once more; previously, there were only a few scattered, old, collapsed wooden houses, but now there were rows of intact houses. Some were wooden, others made of blue bricks, all well-preserved, resembling a small village.

The only difference was that this village was devoid of people, completely empty, and each house had its doors tightly locked, seemingly refusing the entry of anyone.

“Inside the Ghost Umbrella, there’s actually such a place.”

Yang Jian glanced around with his ghostly eyes, confirming that all the roofs of these houses were intact, implying that to avoid the rain, one must enter a building. Staying outside, with only the Black Umbrella from the fourth layer, was not enough to fend off this intense downpour.

Not daring to linger, before the umbrella was completely damaged, he hurried towards one of the houses.

It was then that he discovered all the houses here lacked eaves, meaning one couldn’t stand under them for shelter.

Yang Jian tried to push the front door open.

But the seemingly fragile door only trembled slightly and didn’t open. It appeared to be locked from the inside.

“These doors won’t open just by using force; supernatural power is needed to open them.” Yang Jian glanced around and then forcefully collided with it using the supernatural power of the bus.

In an instant.

The wooden door was flung open with a bang.

However, to Yang Jian’s surprise, the door remained undamaged after being struck. It’s worth noting that his previous action was as forceful as a collision from a supernatural bus, enough to shatter any supernatural wooden door, making it impossible to withstand.

As the wooden doors were opened, Yang Jian finally saw the true nature of these two doors.

These were not merely two door panels, but rather two coffin lids pieced together to form a door. Because the main door was relatively narrow, it was impossible for someone standing outside to see the whole picture, leading them to mistakenly think it was a regular door and not associate it with coffin lids.

“What a creepy place, using coffin lids to form a door, and there’s no windows here, nor a skylight; it doesn’t look like a normal house at all.”

Yang Jian frowned.

If this were any other time, he wouldn’t have wanted to set foot inside this house.

No.

If it were before, Yang Jian wouldn’t have dared to open the door at all, possibly ending up soaked to death by the torrential rain outside.

Not dealing with this paranormal event earlier was the right decision.

Who could have thought the danger between the fourth and fifth layers of the Ghost Umbrella would differ so drastically?

On the fourth layer, Yang Jian was still at ease, able to act recklessly, but once reaching the fifth layer, even Yang Jian had to curb his arrogance and become vigilant.

He didn’t want to mess up here.

Yang Jian stepped inside the house. Despite the pitch-black surroundings, at least he was sheltered from the torrential rain. But when he opened the Ghost Eyes and surveyed the area disregarding the darkness, he sensed strong supernatural interference.

The interference was most noticeable when he looked deep into the house, causing the view through the Ghost Eyes to distort.

However, such an issue was no problem for the current Yang Jian.

Soon, pale green flames appeared out of thin air around him. These flames quickly grew and began to burn fiercely.

The appearance of the Ghost Flames illuminated everything around him, and the entire situation inside the house was fully revealed to Yang Jian.

He saw that the house was empty, with no living, no dead, and no terrifying ghosts, just a scattering of Black Umbrellas discarded carelessly on the ground. Each Black Umbrella was different, some slightly damaged, some completely broken with only a framework remaining, some open, some closed…

Yang Jian looked at the umbrella in his hand, also slightly damaged, and casually tossed it aside.

The umbrella in his hand was abandoned inside the house and blended in with the other umbrellas around, showing no special characteristics apart from being a bit wet.

“An umbrella signifies that someone has been here, or entered the fifth layer.” Yang Jian thought this, and it seemed logical.

Because the umbrellas from the fifth layer would not get damaged by the heavy rain, only umbrellas from the fourth layer entering here would fail to shield the rain, showing signs of damage.

“But here’s the problem, if someone entered the fifth layer like me and sought shelter in the house, where did those people go? Even if they’re dead, there should be bodies, or did they all move on to the sixth layer?”

Yang Jian couldn’t find an answer to this doubt and had to explore slowly on his own.

With questions in mind, he stepped on the road paved with countless Black Umbrellas, heading deeper into the house.

Since he couldn’t deduce what was happening, he decided to rely on facts.

As Yang Jian continued forward, the Ghost Flames spread around him, igniting the Black Umbrellas and burning more intensely as fuel.

Some Black Umbrellas were damaged and disappeared under the Ghost Flames.

But some umbrellas, no matter how they burned, remained unchanged. However, there were few of these unburnable umbrellas, and they all shared a common trait: they were open and completely intact, whereas umbrellas with any tear couldn’t withstand the Ghost Flames.

“Could these unburnable umbrellas be from the fifth layer? If I’m right, by taking one, I’d be able to enter the sixth layer smoothly?” Yang Jian paused, reaching for the Black Umbrella that couldn’t be burned.

But just as he was about to grab it, a silhouette suddenly appeared among the Ghost Flames behind him.

The silhouette was shrouded in flames, drawing closer to him.

Moreover, the feeling was familiar.

Similar to the sensation of being watched in the Ghost Dream.

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his hand, quickly turned around, and simultaneously hurled the red spear in his hand.

This was an instinctive counterattack.

He didn’t even think much about it.

However, as the spear flew through the flames, Yang Jian saw the true form of the silhouette.

It was a female corpse, clothed in old attire, riddled with several holes, and eerily, the corpse’s face seemed covered with a thick layer of white lime, obscuring its features.

“It’s the ghost released from that rotten coffin on the Ghost Ship.” Yang Jian realized at that moment what had been following him and secretly observing him all along.

Apparently, this thing had been tailing him since the Ghost Ship.

Yet, upon a closer look, Yang Jian discovered something new: a small piece of the lime covering the face of the female corpse had peeled off.

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