Mysterious Revival - Chapter 170

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Central Dachang City.

The sky here was dim, bereft of any glimmer of light. Silence enveloped the surroundings, all traces of human activity as if vanished in the blink of an eye. The entire city had become like a ghost town.

The time showed that it was still six in the evening.

But at six o’clock in the summer, night shouldn’t have fallen yet, and it was still supposed to be bright outside. And yet here, darkness had gradually engulfed everything to the point where one could not see their own hand in front of them.

However, this darkness had no effect on Yang Jian.

He opened his ghost eye.

The pitch-black world was instantly enveloped in a layer of red light, and the nearby scenery clearly appeared within that eye.

Darkness greatly affects people, but not ghosts.

Yang Jian had already gotten a clear grasp of the function of the ghost eye.

And it was when he was driving into this Ghost Domain.

Also on the road was a luxury car worth more than four million.

The car bore a temporary license plate and seemed to be newly bought, just recently picked up from a 4S store.

The driver was a woman in a pink dress, with a pure and pretty appearance. Though not tall and seeming somewhat petite in the car, her fair and slender legs beneath the skirt made her a head-turning beauty when walking on the street.

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But at this moment, those originally slim legs were tense due to excessive nervousness, muscles taut and veins showing, with one foot, shoe slipped off, pressed down hard on the accelerator, daring not let the car come to a stop.

“What did your boyfriend say? Will he come to save us?” asked a female sales associate in the passenger seat, clutching a contract, her face filled with panic.

“I, I don’t know,” said Jiang Yan, on the verge of tears as she continued to drive. “If he wants to save us, he will come.”

Last time, Yang Jian gave her five million to buy a car, and today she went to pick it up, happy and excited, bringing along the sales associate to have him sign the contract. Who knew that the more they drove, the more something felt wrong, with the sky around them growing ever darker. There were some people and a few cars before, but now, there was no one to be seen.

The entire city was desolate, as if it had become a real Ghost City.

Jiang Yan realized that something was amiss and hastily made a call to Yang Jian.

“I think we should call the police,” said the sales associate.

With a weepy voice, Jiang Yan said, “We’ve hit a ghost, no one but Yang Jian can save us, not even Jesus. I’ve encountered this unlucky thing before; without him, I’d be long dead. It’s the same this time. I don’t want to die, my good life has just started. Dying here confusedly is too much of a loss.”

“Don’t scare yourself, it might not really be haunted,” the sales associate wasn’t as afraid and was even trying to comfort her important customer.

Biting her lip, Jiang Yan’s fingers had turned somewhat pale from gripping the steering wheel. “No, it must be haunted, it must be. And this time the situation is different from the last, otherwise Yang Jian would tell me to lie down and not move, and he wouldn’t ask me to keep moving and not stop.”

Jiang Yan didn’t dare to stop, nor did she dare to drive too fast.

The headlights could only illuminate a few meters ahead.

She was pretty much driving in the dark, afraid of accidentally driving into some bizarre place.

“Ding ding ding~!”

Suddenly, a warning tone sounded inside the car.

The dashboard abruptly showed that the passenger-side door was open.

“What the?”

Jiang Yan’s eyes widened in horror as she glanced over at the sales associate’s seat.

Outside the car window was pitch black, but one could vaguely see a shadow reflected on the window, revealing a blurry contour. No matter how fast the car went, it couldn’t shake off the figure.

The car doors were clearly locked, but as shown on the dashboard, they started to open slowly.

A crack of space appeared.

The chilly breath from outside hit them in the face, and the temperature inside the carriage instantly dropped several degrees.

A stiff, pale hand with not a trace of color slowly reached in through the slightly opened door, attempting to grab the female salesperson in the passenger seat.

“Quick, close the door,” Jiang Yan shouted in panic.

The female salesperson wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but instinctively she grabbed the door because she indeed saw it suddenly open.

In an instant, that ghastly pale hand got stuck in the door, immediately twisted out of shape, with the flesh splitting open and a decaying smell wafting in.

“Ah~!”

The female salesperson, who had just grabbed the door, screamed in terror upon seeing the hand, tossing the contract she held aside, her entire body almost shrinking in fear.

The car door was fully open now.

Darkness encroached into the carriage like thick black ink.

The lights inside the car flickered erratically, as if there was an electrical fault.

The screams of the female salesperson were unending.

Jiang Yan bit her lip hard, struggling to keep herself from making a sound, her foot unconsciously pressing deeper on the accelerator.

At this moment, on another highway.

“The range of the Ghost Domain has expanded,” Yang Jian said, driving a shiny Mercedes on the road, but he soon came to a stop.

The road ahead was blocked.

All vehicles were stopped at the intersection.

By the roadside stood a sign that read: Shengli Road, its paint peeling off and covered in rust.

If Yang Jian hadn’t been here before, he might not have recognized the place.

“Rose Bar?” Yang Jian brought his car to a halt and looked aside.

A shabby bar appeared before him, its sign hanging down with the words “Rose Bar” fallen off, leaving only the character “ghost” dangling in mid-air, flickering spasmodically, and through the shattered windows on the second floor of the bar, he could vaguely make out a corpse hanging in one of the private rooms, slightly swaying, the neck tightly bound by a rope, its head cocked to one side.

Through his ghostly sight, Yang Jian could also see a cigar clamped in the person’s mouth, the smoke rising faintly, suggesting they hadn’t been dead for long.

“The ghost isn’t here anymore. The priority now is to find Jiang Yan, saving our own before others,” Yang Jian quickly shifted his gaze.

He stepped on the gas.

He drove straight onto the sidewalk, forcefully bypassing the intersection and continuing on to other places.

Not long after he drove away.

The corpse hanging on the second floor of the bar suddenly opened its eyes.

The cigar in its mouth flared up with a red glow, as if someone had taken a puff.

While driving to another stretch of road, Yang Jian suddenly heard a scream, and at the same time, as if stimulated by something, his ghostly sight uncontrollably turned towards a direction.

A hotpot restaurant.

And it was on the second floor.

“There’s a ghost there.”

This reaction from his ghostly sight immediately made Yang Jian understand the situation ahead.

But the presence of a ghost also meant the presence of people.

Only people scream.