Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1015 981: Foreknowledge

“Ghosts only appear when it rains? This is somewhat different from previous situations.”

Feng Quan stared at the eerie figure holding a black umbrella in the rain and spoke.

“Previously, the ghost got on the bus and was suppressed by the supernatural bus, so the situation wasn’t so dire. But once the ghost got off in Dachang City without that suppression, it naturally became more dangerous. Therefore, it’s not hard to understand the current situation. However, dealing with a ghost that only appears in the rain might be more challenging.”

Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly.

His ghostly eyes turned, staring at the vengeful spirit hovering near the white Ghost Candle, feeling an impulse to act immediately.

At this distance,

The Coffin Nail in his hand could easily nail it down. Without any other interference, there’s a chance of success.

“It’s just a few minutes until the rain reaches here. Should we act or retreat temporarily?” Huang Ziya checked the time and looked up at the sky.

At the moment, dark clouds covered the skies, looking like it was about to rain, and the surrounding air felt completely drenched.

“Xiong Wenwen, quickly foresee my success rate in acting.” Yang Jian immediately said.

“Should’ve done this earlier.”

Xiong Wenwen promptly activated his premonition ability. His presence grew eerie, the atmosphere around him turning colder, as if invisible spirits were wandering, lingering nearby—a peculiar feeling seeped into everyone’s heart.

It felt as if something had set its eyes on them.

The premonition process was brief.

It would only take Yang Jian a few seconds to act, so Xiong Wenwen quickly learned the outcome. He said, “Xiao Yang, you succeeded, but the supernatural phenomenon hasn’t ended.”

“I understand, let’s retreat for now.”

Yang Jian gave one last glance at the vengeful spirit holding the black umbrella, then quickly covered the surrounding people with his Ghost Domain, taking them away from the desolate, isolated village.

They re-emerged on a distant, locked-down highway.

Th𝑖𝘴 𝓬hӑp𝙩ҽr 𝗶𝗌 p𝗼𝑠𝕥ɛ𝒅 b𝕪 𝗞𝖎𝗍𝖾𝗇𝘰νɛ𝕝

They retreated far away.

Out of the range of the ominous rain. Here, it was highly unlikely to be targeted by vengeful spirits.

“What did Xiong Wenwen mean earlier? Why did you succeed, yet the supernatural phenomenon persists?” Huang Ziya asked. “Was it all for nothing? It wasted supernatural power.”

“It’s simple—the ghost is more complicated than anticipated. Xiong Wenwen’s premonition said I successfully nailed down the ghost, which was probably accurate. I also felt that if I acted just now, I would have indeed pinned that ghost. However, the fact that the supernatural phenomenon persists proves the uniqueness of this situation.”

Yang Jian calmly said, “In the Hungry Ghost incident, I nailed the Hungry Ghost with the Coffin Nail, and it was evident—the Ghost Domain locking down Dachang City vanished, and the derivative ghosts disappeared, ending the supernatural event.”

“But in Xiong Wenwen’s premonition, the supernatural phenomenon hasn’t ended. It can only indicate that the ghost wasn’t contained by me, and the supernatural event isn’t over. This means normal methods of containment are no longer effective.”

Huang Ziya suddenly thought of something and said, “Are you saying this ghost might restart? That’s impossible. Once nailed by the Coffin Nail, the ghost immediately loses its ability to act, falls into slumber, and can’t use any supernatural power. Even if it restarts, it’s absolutely impossible.”

“That’s precisely why Yang Jian retreated,” said Feng Quan from the side.

“It’s possible to limit it, but not to end the supernatural event. Has there been a similar supernatural event before? The Ghost Envoy incident? It seems different. The Ghost Envoy was its own Ghost Domain, so it couldn’t be contained within the Ghost Envoy’s Ghost Domain…”

Feng Quan began to ponder, hoping to find some experiences from past supernatural events.

If something could be learned, it could likely help resolve this supernatural event easily.

But unfortunately,

The results revealed by Xiong Wenwen suggested this ghost was entirely different from previous supernatural events. Although there are some commonalities, those aren’t truly useful information; they’re merely similar supernatural phenomena.

“What was the scene you foresaw? Can you describe it in detail without missing any details?” Yang Jian asked Xiong Wenwen again.

Xiong Wenwen replied, “It’s simple. Xiao Yang, you just threw that long spear instantly and pinned the ghost to the ground. The ghost stopped moving, indicating successful containment. But it was still raining, and the area remained enveloped in gloomy rain.”

“Did anything change with the black umbrella?” Yang Jian asked.

“I forgot,” Xiong Wenwen said.

Huang Ziya’s eyes widened. “Did you forget such an important clue?”

“I forgot means I forgot. Some supernatural elements can’t be foreseen. I didn’t foresee anything about the black umbrella,” Xiong Wenwen retorted impatiently.

Yang Jian didn’t continue questioning.

Xiong Wenwen’s premonition wasn’t wrong. His foresight gets skewed whenever there’s supernatural interference. That black umbrella is definitely a supernatural object, interfering with Xiong Wenwen’s foresight. However, the result was correct, so minor details being omitted are acceptable.

“Looks like we should act when it rains and see what happens once we’ve contained the vengeful spirit,” Feng Quan suggested. “In the premonition, our success probability is high, and there’s no apparent danger.”

“You’re wrong. The premonition indicates no visible danger, not because there’s none, but because Xiong Wenwen’s premonition time is limited and can’t see what happens further beyond.”

“Additionally, I’ve always been apprehensive about this rain. The rain and the black umbrella definitely have some connection. Perhaps the ghost’s threat isn’t significant, but the threat from that black umbrella is even greater,” Yang Jian voiced his concern.

Supernatural objects aren’t ghosts, but if they lose control, the level of danger they pose is no less than vengeful spirits. In some aspects, supernatural objects are even harder to deal with than vengeful spirits.

Such as the Ghost Cabinet’s curse.

To date, Yang Jian hasn’t resolved it. The curse still lingered by his side, impossible to shake off.

“Then let’s seize that black umbrella while containing the ghost. This way, we can eliminate any risk of the supernatural object failing,” Feng Quan said.

The group quickly discussed, filled the gaps, and prepared for the next action.

Right now, they hadn’t truly confronted the ghost, the danger wasn’t imminent, and they had the luxury of time to deliberate. Once the actual operation starts, there’d be no such leisure.

But no matter how they discussed or planned.

It seemed that containing this vengeful spirit would inevitably require entering the rain-covered area.

Previous attempts have made it clear the ghost only appears when it rains. When it doesn’t rain, the ghost may exist, but it can’t manifest. That supernatural rain is akin to a medium, enabling the ghost to present itself in the real world, bearing some resemblance to the Ghost Dream incident.

However, Yang Jian is very clear that the rainwater is not the medium. He speculates that this ghost likely originated within that rain.

Supernatural forces depend on each other; the ghost nurtured the supernatural rainwater, and the supernatural rainwater nurtured the ferocious ghost.

Only this can explain why, in Xiong Wenwen’s premonition, Yang Jian imprisoned the ghost, but the supernatural phenomena continued to exist.

But all these are just guesses.

Ultimately, personal action is needed to personally verify.

“Xiong Wenwen, predict once more this time—predict the future to the greatest extent possible. I must ensure that there won’t be major problems in this action,” Yang Jian decided to officially act and once again used Xiong Wenwen’s premonition ability.

“Protest, you’re exploiting your Daddy Xiong,” Xiong Wenwen objected strongly.

Yang Jian said, “Now is not the time for you to shirk.”

“No way, unless you agree to go on a date with my mom after this is over,” Xiong Wenwen said, rolling his eyes, putting forth a shocking request.

Feng Quan immediately said, “It’s a good thing, sure, Yang Jian will definitely agree, don’t worry.”

Everyone knows Xiong Wenwen’s mother, Chen Shumei, is a stunning beauty, and a natural one at that, utterly different from someone like Huang Ziya, who maintains herself with supernatural power. When she goes out, people don’t know how many approach her; if not for Chen Shumei’s special status, people might be stationed near her door every day.

“Captain, you’re quite lucky, but with a new love, don’t forget the old one,” Huang Ziya said with a wink, smiling.

She doesn’t feel jealous; her relationship with Yang Jian is more of comrades living or dying together.

Yang Jian stared at Xiong Wenwen: “Can’t you change the request? Don’t always bring your mom into things, like you’re afraid no one knows about her.”

“No way, just this request, not changing it. Daddy Xiong said one thing, that’s it. Do you agree or not?” Xiong Wenwen stated.

Yang Jian didn’t want to waste time. He considered this a small matter, so he simply said, “Fine, I agree, I’ll take your mom for dinner after this ends.”

“Not dinner, a date,” Xiong Wenwen corrected.

“Fine, a date,” Yang Jian said through gritted teeth.

Mighty Ghost Eye Yang Jian chose to retreat in the confrontation with the bear child.

“Humph, if you had agreed sooner, it’d be fine. In crucial moments, you still rely on Daddy Xiong,” Xiong Wenwen once again boasted and used his premonition ability a second time.

This time was different; before was a prediction of the result, this time he aimed to foretell the upcoming events to the fullest extent.

Under normal circumstances, Xiong Wenwen’s premonition limit was ten minutes.

But that’s just theoretical. After all, supernatural strength needs to be explored, and he held a supernatural item, the Ghost Talisman. He wondered if external factors could extend this premonition limit.

Soon.

The chill in the surroundings emerged again.

Everyone sensed something strange, seemingly off, yet indescribable.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes…

Xiong Wenwen’s premonition gradually extended, he appeared like a prophet, ahead of time extracting information from the future.

If not predicting the supernatural, his foresight was near 100% accurate; however, involving supernatural events introduced significant uncertainty, but still possessed high accuracy as crucial information for reference, thereby avoiding many unnecessary occurrences.

Five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes… As the time extended, Xiong Wenwen’s face grew increasingly uneasy.

His paper doll-like body showed wrinkles, as if dehydrating, with some abnormal conditions arising and corroding his body.

However, the paper doll Leuk San gave him was special, rendering such supernatural corrosion incapable of more severe harm.

As Xiong Wenwen no longer possessed a living human body, he supported ten minutes easily.

Once time was up.

Xiong Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes, revealing signs of horror and fear.

“What did you see?” Yang Jian sensed some ominous information.

“As before, we entered the raining village, then ignited the Ghost Candle, attracting the ferocious ghost; then Xiao Yang used the Coffin Nail to pin down that ghost, believing it to end there, but then I saw other ghosts also appearing under black umbrellas, one, two, three… countless.”

“We were surrounded, continuously battling the ferocious ghosts, and then Huang Ziya died. Her body rotted, corroded by rainwater, leaving half a bloody skeleton, and we fled, but no matter how we ran, we couldn’t escape the raining area.”

“The surroundings were so cold, raining everywhere, we were drenched… Finally, I vaguely saw in the rain reflections of pale dead faces, suggesting we had already died, everything happening to us reflected in the water, like watching a movie.”

“So we’re annihilated?” Huang Ziya shivered, Xiong Wenwen actually foresaw her death.

And it was more perilous than imagined.

“No, I didn’t see us being wiped out, but at that time, it was essentially irreparable, indistinguishable from annihilation; we couldn’t exit the raining area, Xiao Yang was powerless too, and too many ghosts, even with the Coffin Nail, couldn’t limit them all, only temporarily resist.”

Xiong Wenwen conveyed unease and fear in his tone.

He seemed to have genuinely experienced the future; it was like he witnessed it firsthand, making the experience profound, and fear normal.

“Three key bits of information: first, the rain continues, second, after the ghost is limited, more ghosts appear, third, the water’s reflections,” Feng Quan said, leaning against the highway guardrail, smoking.

Yang Jian nodded: “Three bits of information, but no clear idea. Although Xiong Wenwen foresaw ten minutes ahead, his analytical ability is weak. If it were me predicting, I’d surely analyze more.”

“No choice, premonition ability fell on a child,” Feng Quan said, “Do you have any good suggestions?”

“We must keep from getting drenched by the rain; it likely is a curse. Once we’re soaked, we’re extremely vulnerable, so this must be addressed first,” Yang Jian stated.

“I think the same,” Feng Quan said, “And we need to watch the puddles beneath carefully, pay attention to reflections.”

“After the ghost is restricted, what about additional ghost appearances?” Huang Ziya asked.

Yang Jian said, “Still thinking.”