Mysterious Revival-Chapter 800 - 767: Ye Zhen, the Scapegoat

This change is simply incredible.

However.

At the top floor of Mingzhu Building.

Inside Ye Zhen's rest room.

On one wall of the rest room, there is a glass shelf displaying various anime character figurines.

Strangely enough.

From left to right, the first figurine's arm is damaged with a gash, surrounded by signs of decay, as if it had been bitten by something and then had sulfuric acid dripped onto it.

The second figurine's neck is shattered; a plastic head has fallen off and rolled to the side.

The third figurine is on the floor, shattered to pieces, in such a state of destruction that it doesn't look like it fell off the shelf, but rather as if it had fallen from a great height.

The fourth figurine too is damaged; a crack has mysteriously appeared at the position of the figurine's heart, piercing through where the heart is, forming a damaged gash.

The fifth figurine seems unchanged, but the normally benign face of the character has turned ferocious and is twisting in a sinister manner, struggling like an Evil Ghost.

...

"Yang Jian, are you losing your touch? If this is all you've got, you won't be able to kill me," Ye Zhen said from a superior position, looking down at him.

Yang Jian's face was expressionless, holding the sinister Firewood Knife, with the Headless Ghost Shadow spreading behind him.

In his field of vision, many "people" appeared around him.

These people were men and women, children and the elderly, a dense mass.

They are not alive, nor dead, but mediums once left in this square, the range of the Ghost Shadow's cover is vast, triggering other unrelated mediums as well.

But these were not his target; what he really aimed to trigger were the mediums related to Ye Zhen.

"After the first coordinated attack with the Ghost Child on Ye Zhen failed, the second wave of attacks could only rely on the Firewood Knife. However, I am not sure if it's worth the cost of sacrificing a spot to take down this Ye Zhen," Yang Jian's eyes flickered, still hesitating in his heart.

It was too high a price to pay to break the balance of his three ghosts over a matter of pride.

Yet.

If I just leave it as is today, I can't possibly fight this Ye Zhen.

I've used the powers of the Ghost Eye, Ghost Hand, and Ghost Shadow, and even the Ghost Child has come into play, yet I still can't inflict any harm on this Ye Zhen.

He has managed to heal all those injuries.

If my own ghosts aren't up to the task, the only thing I can rely on are the Coffin Nail or the sinister Firewood Knife.

Yang Jian dares not use the Coffin Nail rashly.

The prerequisite for nailing Ye Zhen is that my own Ghost Domain must be more powerful than his, and I must be able to absolutely suppress him, rendering Ye Zhen completely immobilized. Otherwise, he could easily take the Coffin Nail from me.

If he ever takes it, I am done for.

Therefore, to prevent that accident, he decided to make use of the Firewood Knife first, keeping the Coffin Nail in reserve.

"Stop thinking, just finish him with one slash."

Yang Jian's expression was ice-cold; the Ghost Shadow behind him had already covered the place where Ye Zhen stood before.

The coverage of the Ghost Shadow made it much easier for the mediums to be triggered compared to other phenomena, after all, these are pieces of the same ghost puzzle, which makes the horror intensify geometrically.

Ye Zhen's medium suddenly appeared before him.

But the next moment, Yang Jian was stunned.

The mediums of Ye Zhen were actually blocked by other mediums; these mediums belonged to other people, layered densely together, dozens, no, hundreds... even more.

The mediums left by countless living people overlapped with Ye Zhen's, completely obscuring his figure, making it impossible to see him.

"Could it be that he's just lucky that the spot where he stood was trampled by countless people?" Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

The only person he aims to kill is Ye Zhen.

He doesn't want to kill the others, nor can he.

The reason is simple.

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Even to kill one person, Yang Jian must endure the tremendous curse of the Firewood Knife. If he kills all these people, wouldn't the curses stack and explode?

If the curses were to stack and burst, Yang Jian would drop dead in an instant, followed by the resurrection of an evil ghost.

"No, that's not right. It's not that Ye Zhen is lucky, but that these mediums are actively shielding him."

Upon closer observation, Yang Jian realized that the mediums used by these people highly coincided, all oriented in one direction, their movements as synchronized and astonishing as if well-trained.

And what's most eerie is,

after triggering the medium with his Firewood Knife in hand, it was as if the people among the mediums reacted, all turning to look at Yang Jian in unison.

However, upon further observation, he made yet another astonishing discovery.

It seemed that among the mediums, one person was moving, this person had his back to Yang Jian and was continually moving forward, delving into the shadow of the mediums, distancing and evading Yang Jian's presence.

It was beyond his belief.

This phenomenon was unprecedented, exceeding the scope of his understanding.

It was almost as if, under the influence of some supernatural power, the people within these mediums were being manipulated by a ghost, willingly presented themselves to shield and hide Ye Zhen, the true source, protecting and concealing him.

With the mediums concentrated in Yang Jian's hands, the Firewood Knife was incredibly sharp, and would kill anyone regardless of how many mediums were stacked when he slashed down.

Be it the living people blocking in front, or Ye Zhen as the source, both would meet with immediate horrific deaths.

The only issue is he couldn't afford the price.

He absolutely must not slash down with that knife, or it would lead to mutual destruction.

"You're hesitating? The Firewood Knife in your hand is very old; it must be an object with eerie powers, isn't it? This is what killed Fang Shiming?" Although Ye Zhen was prone to adolescent fantasies, he wasn't stupid. He noticed the rusted and mysterious Firewood Knife in Yang Jian's hands.

From that object, he felt a threat.

A massive threat.

A strong sense of unease welled up within him, as if he would be dead the next moment.

This feeling was peculiar, not something he experienced even when Yang Jian had pierced his heart; it only appeared just now.

"I think I've begun to understand some of your situation. You've at least controlled three ghosts. Putting the Ghost Domain aside, those pair of shoes you have on are quite strange, surely an object of supernatural power, able to appear suddenly anywhere despite the Ghost Domain. However, these two are not the most critical ghosts. The most terrifying part is that you have an ability to have others die in your stead."

"If we were to give it a codename, I think yours would definitely be: Scapegoat Ghost, Ye Zhen."

Yang Jian stared intently at him, daring not to make a move with the Firewood Knife.

"If even death can be substituted, then the wounds you received before can certainly be transferred, and even the irreversible situation of the evil ghost's resurrection can be shifted. That's why you could block my attacks time after time, maintaining yourself in perfect condition."

"Therefore, you are not afraid of this Firewood Knife in my hand."

Ye Zhen laughed out loud: "I don't know what you're talking about."

However, a streak of nervous sweat broke out on his forehead.

Because Yang Jian had guessed correctly.

He controlled many ghosts, but the core was the Scapegoat Ghost.

That's why he wasn't worried about resurrection, didn't need to do anything outlandish, nor did he need to make the ghosts malfunction; he just needed to use the ghost's abilities to resolve the side effects brought by the evil ghost.

It wasn't about balance, nor restraint, it was a much more clever application of abilities.

In this state, he could maximize the power of the ghosts, rather than restraining the use of the evil ghost's abilities like other ghost controllers.

Ye Zhen considered himself invincible and it wasn't just a joke; he truly had the capital to eliminate any other ghost controller.

Even the evil ghost was no longer an unsolvable problem before him.

"Yang Jian, since you won't make a move, then I shall not hold back," Ye Zhen shouted at this moment, descending from above, heading straight for him.

Yang Jian didn't have the courage to go down together in mutual destruction with Ye Zhen. This meant he could no longer use the Firewood Knife.

If this guy really had the ability of the Scapegoat Ghost, then using the Firewood Knife might not even be able to kill him.

So what Ye Zhen feared was not the Firewood Knife, but the Coffin Nail that robbed the evil ghost of its power and put it to sleep.

Without power,

Ye Zhen no longer had the means to substitute for death.

"In the end, do I still need to gamble?" The Firewood Knife disappeared from Yang Jian's hand, replaced by a rust-covered iron nail.

However, with five layers of Ghost Domain on Ye Zhen, to ensure success, he would have to suppress his Ghost Domain.

Therefore, Yang Jian needed to expand his Ghost Domain to six layers to be effective.

Otherwise, the Coffin Nail might be snatched away.

"After six layers of Ghost Domain, my Ghost Eye condition will be quite poor. Although it won't lead to a resurrection, the spot for my Ghost Hand will have to remain on the Ghost Eye permanently, rendering my Ghost Hand virtually useless..." Yang Jian thought to himself.

Yet Ye Zhen's attack was relentless, leaving Yang Jian no time for further thought.

This guy was very decisive in his actions.

"We've come this far; there's no other choice," Yang Jian gritted his teeth as his Ghost Eye opened once again, his body once more enveloped in red light.

This red light became increasingly intense, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.