Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1016 982: The Emerging Anomaly

After successfully restraining the ghost, if other people’s ghosts still appear nearby, based on Yang Jian’s experience, it’s either that the ghost is just a supernatural phenomenon and not the source, meaning the ghost will keep appearing unless the source is resolved.

The second possibility is that the ghost can restart or increase in number.

But looking at the situation here, the former seems more likely.

The fierce ghost holding the Black Umbrella is just a supernatural phenomenon; what truly needs to be dealt with might not be the ghost itself, but something else.

“The puddles on the ground, the ghost that appears only when it rains, the black umbrella…” Yang Jian pondered between these three.

This is the information Xiong Wenwen foresaw ten minutes ahead, and it’s extremely valuable. Without his premonition, who knows how dangerous it would be to obtain this information, but now they can stand in a safe place and think about it slowly.

“I need to move to another position to observe and confirm my thoughts.”

Suddenly, Yang Jian spoke; “Wait here for me, don’t act on your own, I’ll be back soon.”

Having said that,

Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain opened, and he disappeared.

He alone appeared high in the sky, and continued to ascend until he surpassed the height shrouded by the dark clouds, reaching a region untouched by the supernatural.

Here, the sky was cloudless for miles, the sun was intense, and the fierce wind blew around.

Yang Jian stood in the air in a way that defied common sense. Below his feet was where the supernatural incident occurred, and with his head slightly lowered, he could clearly see the area shrouded by dark clouds.

From a high altitude, the area covered by the eerie black cloud wasn’t large.

“Just as I thought, viewing from high up confirms my hypothesis,” Yang Jian frowned and whispered.

In his line of sight, this uniformly shrouded black area was very regular, resembling a lid, but more accurately, it looked like an opened Black Umbrella.

Yes.

No doubt about it.

The rainy area resembled an opened umbrella, and this black umbrella area was slightly moving, though not visibly significant.

No matter how it moved, the shape of the black umbrella remained unchanged.

“All the root cause stems from that Black Umbrella. If I’m not mistaken, once this Black Umbrella is opened, it affects the entire surrounding area, causing it to endlessly drizzle like a rainy Ghost Domain. Previously, I used the five-layer Ghost Domain to disperse the dark clouds, but that’s only temporary. If the black umbrella isn’t closed, this area will exist forever.”

“I can temporarily disperse it for a moment, but I can’t disperse it forever.”

“And a ghost wielding a black umbrella is essentially entering the umbrella’s Ghost Domain. I can’t imprison a fierce ghost within the umbrella’s Ghost Domain, just as I couldn’t detain a Ghost Envoy within the Ghost Envoy’s Ghost Domain before.”

“Therefore, to deal with that fierce ghost, the black umbrella must be closed first. But to close the black umbrella, one must enter the Black Umbrella’s Ghost Domain.”

“Thus, this creates a dead loop: you can’t deal with the fierce ghost if you enter the Ghost Domain; if you don’t enter, you can’t discover the ghost. The black umbrella protects the ghost, and the ghost is under the Black Umbrella’s protection… It’s a brilliant combination, essentially an unsolvable existence.”

Yang Jian took a deep breath.

Now, he finally understood where the problem lies.

Entering the umbrella’s Ghost Domain makes it impossible to imprison the ghost; the black umbrella must be closed.

But closing the umbrella is something the living can’t do because the umbrella is in the ghost’s hand, and if you forcefully take it from the ghost, the ghost will reappear through the Black Umbrella’s Ghost Domain.

The reflections in the puddle reveal everything.

Yang Jian had yet to decode this information.

But he didn’t continue to think alone; instead, he returned to the ground and told Feng Quan and Huang Ziya the information he just acquired, letting them know the situation.

“So that’s how it is, in this case, things have gotten complicated.” Feng Quan also fell into thought.

Originally, it seemed like a relatively ordinary supernatural event, but who knew the reality would be like this. Thankfully, they hadn’t rashly entered that rainy Ghost Domain; otherwise, they might have faced unknown dangers by now.

Indeed, no supernatural event should be underestimated. A slight mistake could really lead to problems.

“So what do we do now?” Huang Ziya asked.

They had been standing here pondering for quite a while now, and they still hadn’t taken any real action.

If they can’t think of a solution, continuing to idle is meaningless; it’d be better to go home and sleep.

“Honestly, I can’t think of a good method for now. The black umbrella and the ghost have formed an unsolvable loop, unless we can lure the ghost onto the supernatural bus and use the bus to suppress the fierce ghost and the umbrella; otherwise, it’s challenging to deal with. I really don’t know why the ghost got this supernatural Black Umbrella.”

Feng Quan shook his head.

A ghost using supernatural objects is inherently dangerous, let alone an object that can cooperate with the ghost.

“Might as well consider the mission a failure and go back; don’t waste Daddy Xiong’s time.” Xiong Wenwen frowned.

Yang Jian said, “There is a method, using forceful means, to deal with the ghost directly first.”

He considered trying with the Firewood Knife.

Trigger the medium, directly dismember the ghost, and while the ghost is temporarily suppressed, deal with the Black Umbrella.

But…

Yang Jian wasn’t aware of the ghost’s killing method and pattern; there are still some unspecified dangers.

However, no paranormal event is without risk.

He felt he had some grasp on it and was ready to act.

“I plan to act in a while, but before that, it’s best to take some protective measures. The rain in that area is peculiar; it’s best not to be soaked, so we need raincoats or umbrellas,” Yang Jian said.

Feng Quan replied, “Ordinary raincoats and umbrellas certainly won’t work. We need golden ones. There’s some gold in the car that can be made into raincoats or umbrellas, but I don’t have that skill.”

“I can make them.” Yang Jian returned to the car.

He found some spare gold and made several umbrellas.

The method was straightforward; using the Ghost Domain to transfer wood from nearby trees for the umbrella’s frame, he then attached a thin sheet of gold to it.

Yang Jian’s craftsmanship was impressive, like a master umbrella maker, sturdy and beautiful.

Four gold umbrellas were completed in just a few minutes.

Feng Quan and Huang Ziya looked at Yang Jian strangely.

“Who would have thought, Xiao Yang, you’re a master craftsman,” Xiong Wenwen widened his eyes, looking incredulous.

“Supernatural powers paired with manual crafting is indeed convenient.”

Feng Quan observed, realizing that the process of making the umbrellas involved Yang Jian’s use of the Ghost Domain and Ghost Shadow powers, making it more convenient than any tool and easy to create objects.

“Stop praising and wasting time; it’s time to move,” Yang Jian distributed the umbrellas to them and immediately started acting.

The umbrellas were large, perfectly covering an individual’s figure, preventing rain from splashing on them.

They reappeared in the rain-covered village, back on the village road they had visited earlier.

The village hadn’t changed, but under the rain’s cover, it felt exceptionally cold, with a white Ghost Candle half-consumed on the road.

The candle has not burned out; it must have been extinguished by the rain.

This is a normal phenomenon.

Although the Ghost Candle possesses very special supernatural effects, it is still just a candle. It can be blown out, can be extinguished, and is not impossible to put out once lit.

“The ghost is no longer here,” Huang Ziya said.

Yang Jian frowned. This was his first time entering this rainy area. Although he was holding an umbrella, everything around him appeared twisted and shattered in his Ghost Domain vision.

The rain infused with supernatural interference, distorting the view.

“Light the Ghost Candle again to lure the ghost out. There’s no need to slowly seek out that ghostly entity,” Yang Jian said.

Holding an umbrella, Feng Quan walked over and immediately lit the remaining small piece of Ghost Candle on the ground.

The eerie black flame flickered again.

The white Ghost Candle once again displayed its strange effects, attracting nearby ghosts.

However, the candle was placed in a wide-open area, with no obstructions nearby, so if the ghost appeared, it would be quickly noticed.

The situation was exactly as anticipated.

Soon.

At the village road entrance not far away, a black umbrella that seemed out of place with its surroundings appeared.

An eerie figure holding that black umbrella slowly walked over.

The ghost was the same as before, unchanged, covered head-to-toe in black gauze, making its appearance indistinct, only a humanoid outline could be discerned. From under that gauze, a scarred hand stretched out, grasping tightly onto the old wooden umbrella.

The umbrella was black from top to bottom—black paper, black ribs—giving off an unmistakable ominous presence no matter how it was viewed.

“Came really quick,” Feng Quan flicked a cigarette out with a snap of his fingers.

“I’ll move first, watch the surroundings. Xiong Wenwen, be ready. If anything unusual happens, make a premonition immediately and inform me,” Yang Jian was unafraid as he too walked over, umbrella in hand.

Light rain sparsely fell.

Dropping onto Yang Jian’s gold umbrella and creating a crackling sound.

He held a cracked long spear, intending to confront the fierce ghost face-to-face, unconcerned about triggering the ghost’s lethal pattern.

Even if the ghost targets him, killing him now would be quite challenging.

The closer he got to the fierce ghost wielding the black umbrella, the stronger Yang Jian’s sense of unease became, familiar and akin to facing the old man’s corpse in the old mansion earlier.

Though the danger wasn’t imminent, a premonition was already alerting him about the supernatural.

The white Ghost Candle continued to burn under the rain, not yet extinguished.

The ghost walked towards the white Ghost Candle, while Yang Jian walked towards the ghost.

The black umbrella and the gold umbrella approached each other, the Ghost Candle serving as a boundary.

However, upon reaching a certain proximity.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian halted his steps, taking action first.

He hurled the cracked long spear with astonishing speed, piercing the fierce ghost’s body and nailing it firmly to the ground almost instantaneously.

The ghost stopped moving.

The coffin nail’s suppression was established.

Its scarred hand drooped powerlessly, the black umbrella fell to the ground but didn’t leave the grip.

Just as predicted, Yang Jian’s attack executed smoothly.

But this was only the beginning of the supernatural incident.

Because.

Th𝗶𝑠 𝕔hȺp𝑡ᥱr ı𝙨 p𝘰𝓈𝓉𝙚𝑑 b𝓎 𝖪𝐢𝘵ᥱп𝗼𝖛ᥱ𝓁

The sky continued to rain, and everything around was still shrouded in cold rainwater, the air thick with the strong smell of stench and rot.

Though the ghost was nailed to the ground with the coffin nail, it seemed the situation wasn’t resolved.

“You all need to pay attention to the surroundings, the transformation is about to start,” Xiong Wenwen said nervously.

As his words fell.

In the village streets, at windows, on the roads, eerie figures abruptly appeared one after another, numerous and frighteningly dense. Every one of them held a black umbrella, precisely resembling the fierce ghost just nailed down.

In an instant.

The silent village suddenly became lively.

“The premonition was indeed accurate, but witnessing this scene remains unbelievable. The coffin nail’s restriction clearly succeeded, yet the ghost grew fiercer, very abnormal,” Feng Quan said with a solemn expression, readying himself for defense.

Yang Jian, seeing this, immediately seized the opportunity, approached the nailed fierce ghost, and directly grasped onto the cracked long spear, triggering the medium.

Soon.

A fierce ghost holding a black umbrella medium appeared before him.

In such circumstances, the only way to deal with all the ghosts appearing nearby at once was the Firewood Knife.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian wielding the cracked long spear sliced through the air.

The fierce ghost’s head received a strike.

Immediately, the nailed fierce ghost’s neck snapped, a Dead Man’s Head fell, wrapped in black gauze, obscuring its appearance.

However, an unbelievable situation arose.

Only this fierce ghost’s head was chopped off, while the other fierce ghosts holding black umbrellas in the village remained unaffected.

“How can this be?” Yang Jian’s eyes slightly moved, observing his surroundings.

Calm, eerie, no response at all.

For the first time, the curse of the Firewood Knife faced a peculiar situation. Although the curse erupted, indeed dismembering a fierce ghost, its dismembering ability failed to affect other ghosts.

Such an occurrence suggests only two possibilities.

Every ghost is an individual entity, existing separately without entanglement, so Yang Jian’s strike could only dismember one ghost.

There’s another possibility, a stronger curse blocked the Firewood Knife’s medium association, severing the link.

No matter the circumstance, the current situation exceeded prior expectations.

Xiong Wenwen’s premonition did not include this scene.

Because he was unable to foresee the outcome of the Firewood Knife; the supernatural item is too powerful, severely interfering with his premonitions.