Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1551 - 1514: The Elder Reunited

“Setting aside the influence of foresight on me, considering reality, no matter how I choose, I should take a gamble and choose to harness the Ghost Blood.”

Yang Jian pondered for a long time. He felt he had no other choice but to continue down the path of controlling malevolent spirits, as he simply could not allow himself to stop, for the result of stopping would be death.

However, harnessing the Ghost Blood carries a high probability of failure. After all, the Yang Jian in the foresight seemed to have already failed.

“I now have only a day and a half left. In this short time, I don’t even have the leeway to search for alternative solutions.” Yang Jian wanted to try other methods in his heart, but realized he was already out of time.

Just a day and a half, and he himself was not confident in finding a way to handle the revival of the supernatural on the bus.

“Taking herbal medicine can extend the time by twenty days, and then use those twenty days to find a new method?” Yang Jian couldn’t help but think.

It seemed doing so would be more prudent.

But from the plan given by the human skin paper, taking herbal medicine clearly has side effects, and once the drug effect wears off, there’s a high probability of suffering a greater supernatural backlash.

“Maybe I should go to that pharmacy to ask and confirm the situation, after all, all of this is just my guess.”

With this thought in mind, Yang Jian snapped out of his contemplation.

He put away the human skin paper, stood up slowly, then opened his ghost eye and looked into the distance.

As the Ghost Domain spread.

In the next moment, Yang Jian disappeared in place, leaving Dachang City silently.

Very soon.

Following his previous trail, he arrived at an inconspicuous small city.

In the city’s center, there was an old district. This old district was under demolition, and the work progressed quickly, as during the last visit, most of the district was still there, but this time these areas were gone, leaving only ruins, with only one old street struggling to hold on.

However, many shops on the old street had closed down, with only a few still open, but it seemed that this street would completely disappear this year, and by then the herbal medicine shop on the old street would likely disappear as well.

Once the herbal medicine shop closes, the Republic of China Era will be declared completely over.

But for now, the herbal medicine shop’s doors were still open, with a sign at the door indicating it was operating.

Yang Jian stood at the herbal medicine shop’s door, looking inside, he saw a woman sitting behind the counter.

The woman was about thirty, dressed in clothing styles from the eighties and nineties, which clashed with modern fashion, but sitting in this old herbal shop seemed not out of place, as if she blended perfectly into it.

It was clear that this woman had grown up in the herbal shop, lived here, and seldom went out.

Yang Jian knew her, she was the apprentice of the medicine shop’s elderly owner, seemingly named Xiao Ru.

As he walked into the shop, Xiao Ru behind the counter heard the commotion and looked up. When she saw Yang Jian, a hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, as if she hadn’t expected him to come here again.

“You’ve come too often, we’re not very welcoming of you,” Xiao Ru said calmly.

Her change in attitude towards Yang Jian came after learning he had eliminated Zhang Xiangguang.

“You’re just an employee, not the owner,” Yang Jian responded just as calmly.

Meaning to remind Xiao Ru to recognize her identity and position, not to overstep her boundaries.

Xiao Ru frowned and said, “What do you want this time? Last time, my master already gave you three bags of herbal medicine, are you still seeking more?”

“I’m here to ask something, where’s your master? I’m here to see him this time,” Yang Jian said.

“My master is not seeing anyone.” Xiao Ru said.

“Is that your decision or your master’s?” Yang Jian continued to ask.

Xiao Ru said, “What do you mean by this? You think I’m deliberately not letting you see my master? My master is very old now, and his condition is terrible, he has little time when he’s active and clear-minded, most of the time he’s in a muddled state and sometimes even does some bizarre things against common sense.”

“My master’s days are numbered. He doesn’t want to die yet, not because he’s afraid of death, but because he hasn’t seen what he calls hope, he’s unwilling, so he holds on hoping to live longer, to see the hope he talks about.”

“But this era has disappointed him too much, especially this time, the top ghost controllers in the supernatural circle are almost all dead, which struck my master greatly, he’s realized that even if he dies, he won’t see hope.”

After speaking, Xiao Ru again stared at Yang Jian: “Master says you are the leader of this era, but in my opinion, this era is entirely hopeless, you will also not become that hope, so for you people who are on the brink of death, I have nothing to say.”

Yang Jian’s face darkened: “A group of us sacrificed our lives to fight the supernatural, yet you’re belittling us like this? Who are you to hide under the protection of the older generation and point fingers at us?”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed, a long red spear appearing out of nowhere, then heavily nailed it to the floor.

The tremendous force shattered the floor tiles, while some terrible supernatural unleashed, shaking the entire shop violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Xiao Ru’s pupils suddenly shrank.

She looked at the trembling ceiling, suddenly uncertain and suspicious.

This pharmacy housed fearsome supernatural power, not something that could be shaken by mere strength, only with corresponding supernatural power could it be done.

In other words, the current Yang Jian could already destroy the herbal shop.

Just as the two were at odds, a tense atmosphere hanging between them, a weak cough sounded from the back hall of the apothecary.

“Cough, cough, Xiao Ru, let him in. I’m not so fragile that a little setback will take me down, and I also want to have a chat with him again.”

That voice belonged to the apothecary owner, who was also an old man from the Republic of China Period.

“But master, your health is already in terrible shape. You should be resting.” Xiao Ru immediately expressed her concern.

“When I’m dead, I’ll naturally lie in a coffin for a good rest. This bit doesn’t matter.” The frail voice continued.

Xiao Ru then turned to Yang Jian and said, “Since the master wants to see you, I won’t stop you. Follow me.”

“For your master’s sake, I allow your youthful ignorance, but only here and no further.”

Yang Jian looked at her coldly. If it weren’t for the fact that the apothecary owner was still alive and that he owed him a favor, Xiao Ru’s mere words would have been enough for him to cut her down.

Xiao Ru did not respond and simply proceeded to walk into the back hall on her own.

Yang Jian also stepped into the back hall at this moment.

The back hall was rather dim, with a row of oil lamps lit on either side. Beside the oil lamps, there were incense burners emitting a strong scent of sandalwood.

In the supernatural circle, sandalwood was mostly used to mask the stench of corpses, so many places where ghost hunters appeared or lived liked to burn sandalwood to suppress the smell of decay.

The most conspicuous thing in the back hall was the black coffin placed in the middle.

The coffin wasn’t red; it was black.

“A black coffin?” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly.

A black coffin symbolizes ominousness, and it also signifies that a dreadful ghost is sealed inside.

Is this apothecary owner really going to use a black coffin to bury himself?

This means that after his death, he will transform into a dreadful ghost.

“Because he must stay alive, he dared not dismember the ghost within himself, leading to an unusually terrifying ghost resurgence upon death, ultimately having to use a black coffin to bury himself?” Yang Jian pondered secretly.

Beside the black coffin, there was a bamboo bed.

The bamboo bed was cool, but the elderly man lying on it felt even cooler, reeking of a putrid stench.

It seemed as if his body had already decayed.

The old man’s body was emaciated and long, dressed in a dark long gown. His old face was gaunt, with a yellow-black complexion and deeply sunken eye sockets, giving off an eerie terror, akin to a desiccated corpse.

It’s hard to imagine that an old man with such a body was still breathing and not actually dead.

“Master, Yang Jian is here. I’ll go brew the medicine,” Xiao Ru said, using the excuse to leave.

“Cough, cough.” The emaciated body of the old man slightly moved, struggling to sit up.

But after a few attempts, he could only lay back down helplessly.

It’s not that he’s truly too old and frail to move, but he dared not rely on the supernatural power within his body to move, as doing so would only shorten his remaining time in this world.

“Sorry to amuse you, I’m already useless, can’t even get up,” the old man slightly turned his head toward Yang Jian.

His eyes were blind, only cavities covered with a layer of skin.

“If you want to get up, I’ll give you a hand.” Yang Jian walked over and helped the old man up.

To Yang Jian’s surprise, although the old man was so thin, his body was particularly heavy, like a cold stone, unlike a living human body.

And at the moment the old man was supported up, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Jian’s wrist.

The grip wasn’t strong, but it instantly rendered his arm numb, while a chilling sensation engulfed Yang Jian, as if a terrifying supernatural force was invading his whole body.

“Hmm?” Yang Jian’s face changed.

However, the old man soon released his hand, and the intense discomfort quickly faded away.

“I just checked your body, unexpectedly, at such a young age, your condition is even feebler than this old man,” the blind old man spoke with a hint of outer strength masking inner weakness.

“You look like you won’t last two more days.”

Yang Jian said, “I know. I drive the supernatural bus, that level of supernatural power is hard to control. I’ll soon die from ghost resurgence. Even if I take the Chinese medicine you gave me, it would only extend my life by at most twenty days. But there must be side effects from your medicine, right?”

“In the supernatural world, everything comes with a price. My medicine only postpones the ghost resurgence, not solves it. Once the drug’s effect passes, the resurgent ghost will be even more ferocious than before, so anyone who takes it must find a way to solve their own ghost resurgence problem,” the blind old man slowly said.

“As expected, just as I thought.” Yang Jian nodded.

The blind old man said, “You chose not to take the medicine. It seems you have other plans.”

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