Mysterious Revival-Chapter 607 - 604: Incomprehensible Peril
Chapter 607 -604: Incomprehensible Peril
Having just left the room — confirmed empty — the sound of a piano began to play once again.
The melody differed from that of an Eight-Tone Music Box; it was a piece of music Yang Jian had never heard before. His unfamiliarity with Western piano music left him unable to recognize the tune, yet it was soothing in its ethereal reverberations. It somewhat resembled a foreign lullaby, albeit slightly altered upon the lullaby’s framework, casting an eerie and darkly oppressive sensation.
“Is there something wrong with that piano, or is there actually a ghost in the room?”
At this moment, Yang Jian felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He had entered the room just a short while ago and hadn’t detected any anomalies, not even a reaction from the ghost within his body; everything seemed perfectly normal.
He stopped walking subconsciously.
He turned and looked back at room 71.
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The wooden door was not fully closed; a sliver of space remained, revealing a stream of dim, yellowish light spilling forth, coupled with the haunting lullaby melody that echoed in the otherwise still surroundings.
“The woman named Xiang Lan and the man named Ah Nan were not in a hurry to leave just because they were scared by me, but because they knew there was a ghost in the room. My sudden appearance made them mistake me for the ghost, and when I started asking questions, they quickly realized I was just an unexpected complication and that the real ghost was still inside.”
Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly as he then looked towards the dark corridor ahead.
The two people had already run far away, passing the crossroads; even with his ghostly sight, he couldn’t spot their figures anymore.
“So when they snapped to their senses, they didn’t even bother to ask about the exit any further, because they knew if they didn’t leave that room soon, they might very well be killed by the ghost. When life is at stake, nothing else matters.”
“But if they knew there was a ghost in the room, why did they come in here to play the piano? Both of their reactions and adaptability are first-class; they have the potential to be Ghost Envoys. It’s unlikely for such people to come to this room to court death without reason… unless they had some pressing need to come here.”
These thoughts ran through Yang Jian’s mind.
Afterward.
He lingered at the doorway, and although the door could easily be pulled open with a gentle tug, he chose not to do it.
Unlike before, he was now certain there was an unknown ghost inside; entering again would not be out of curiosity, but rather seeking death.
Additionally, the clue related to the Eight-Tone Music Box wasn’t in this room but on the person of the woman in the cheongsam named Xiang Lan.
He had no desire to delve further into this eerie place at this time, nor did he want to pursue the two people any further.
As Yang Jian gradually moved away, his ghostly eye kept a vigilant watch on the partially open door, filled with wariness and caution. What if the ghost within were to suddenly open the door and emerge?
Or perhaps it was lurking just beyond the door, waiting for a chance to strike?
He could not afford to lose his cautiousness.
After Yang Jian had walked some distance, room 71 remained undisturbed, the haunting piano lullaby continuing to resonate, its sound wafting out into the dim, serene environment, lending an extra air of dread.
But just as he returned to the crossroads,
“Bang!”
A great noise erupted as the wooden door of the room suddenly slammed shut, and the piano sound inside ceased abruptly.
In an instant,
A chilling, bone-penetrating cold enveloped Yang Jian; he felt as if his consciousness might vanish then and there. His body numbed, he stood motionless on the spot for a good ten seconds before another eerie melody dragged his mind back.
“Are you kidding me? I almost died?”
Yang Jian snapped out of his daze, then staggered and instinctively braced himself against the adjacent wall, slightly shaken.
“Could the piano sound in that room be another dreadful curse? The moment the piano stopped, I felt like I was about to lose consciousness and die immediately. Was it the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box that saved me…”
Unawares, he had skirted the edge of death.
At that moment, Yang Jian realized he had inadvertently come into contact with something terrifying.
If it wasn’t for the lingering curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box in his mind, even with three ghosts under his command, he would have been killed in that instant, without any hope of resistance. This was a certain kill, far more lethal than the Crying Tomb Ghost he had encountered before.
And Yang Jian had left that room at the first opportunity; had he still been inside,
He even doubted whether the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box could withstand such supernatural forces.
“This place is too dangerous, even more horrifying than my previous encounter on the haunted bus. Back then, at least the bus itself was a safe place, but here… outside the door lurks that footprint-leaving ghost, while inside hides an unknown supernatural entity. Venturing here rashly, one wrong step could mean death.”
At this moment, Yang Jian even felt somewhat relieved.
Thankful for his ignorance and fearlessness when he had barged in here, and for having promptly blown out the white Ghost Candle he had lit in the hotel, he was also grateful for his vigilance at the time, having only entered rooms 13 and 31, which had been visited by the memory-altering ghost.
Had he been more curious and ventured deeper, or had he barged into any other rooms, they would have been wiped out without a doubt, without any chance of survival.
With a sense of unease,
Yang Jian started to quickly make his way back the way he had come, not wanting to delve any deeper into this cursed place, nor did he care to consider why those two living people had appeared there.
Before he had completed his own tasks, he didn’t want to foolishly lose his life there.
The unimaginable strange curse this time had been blocked by the Eight-Tone Music Box, but what if, next time, the box couldn’t hold it back?
When he reached the fourth intersection, Yang Jian slowed down a bit.
He smelled a stench of decay.
It was potent.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
And the tall, rotting corpse ahead slowly turned back and continued to walk along the deep corridor with stiff, heavy steps, ignoring Yang Jian, who lay bleeding on the ground.
