Mysterious Revival

Although Yang Jian had never used the Corpse Wrapping Cloth before, he believed it wouldn't disappoint him, as it was a paranormal item collected by headquarters. "So, how should I wrap this ghost up?" Yang Jian didn't rashly touch the Corpse Wrapping Cloth; instead, he put on gloves before taking it out. The gloves were made of gold material, able to isolate the influence of the supernatural. He certainly didn't want to touch the Corpse Wrapping Cloth directly without any precaution—what if it suddenly attacked and wrapped him up? "No anomalies." Holding the light Corpse Wrapping Cloth, nothing unexpected happened to Yang Jian. But he immediately had a bold idea. If he wore the gloves and directly grabbed the eerie Firewood Knife from the ghost hand, could he avoid being attacked? It sounded rash, but it might actually work. After all, it was highly possible. "Forget it, what if the corpse and that eerie Firewood Knife were two different ghosts? If I took the knife, breaking some balance, it could make things worse. It's better to be safe. I'll wrap the body first then take away the Firewood Knife while still wearing gloves—it's the same principle." Yang Jian quickly dismissed some immature ideas. Although he had the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box to allow for some mistakes, he couldn't assure that he would survive after every mistake. After clarifying his thoughts, Yang Jian acted without hesitation. He carried the Corpse Wrapping Cloth and continued to approach the body, this time even bolder, coming within a meter behind the tall, rotting corpse. The stench of decay hit him, causing Yang Jian to feel slightly uncomfortable. The corpse still moved forward with stiff, heavy steps, showing no reaction to Yang Jian's closeness. "So it cannot be touched directly? Whether it's touched by me personally or by the ghost inside me, it will trigger its killing rule. Like when I used the Ghost Hand to probe earlier, that's why I also can't cover the ghost with my Ghost Domain, or else I'm likely to be attacked again." Yang Jian's gaze shifted subtly as more information was confirmed: "It's a pity this isn't outside. Otherwise, I could've dug a pit at the hotel to create a trap or something..." Though he hadn't determined all the circumstances surrounding this ghost, his multiple contacts had led him to some key inferences. At this moment, he took action. Yang Jian unfolded the Corpse Wrapping Cloth in his hands, letting it fall over the head of the tall, rotting corpse, intending to first restrict the ghost. Once the Corpse Wrapping Cloth was spread out, the vague human outline imprinted on it seemed to become much clearer. The indistinct face contorted with the swinging of the cloth, sometimes showing a bizarre smile, other times a painful wail, and if you looked closely, it changed into a sad cry. Moreover, even the positions of the arms, legs, and body twisted. At this moment, the Corpse Wrapping Cloth seemed to stand upright as if possessed by a ferocious ghost, emanating an incomprehensible and terrifying strangeness. Yang Jian felt inexplicably creeped out, as it seemed to him that the imprinted vague outline on the Corpse Wrapping Cloth was opening its arms, trying to embrace the tall, rotting corpse in front of him. "To be wrapped by this thing is just like being tightly entangled by a ferocious ghost..." He instinctively stepped back a few paces, creating some distance, fearing he might accidentally touch it. Now he understood that it wasn't the Corpse Wrapping Cloth itself that was terrifying; it was the imprinted human outline, suspected to be an unknown ferocious ghost. So the Corpse Wrapping Cloth can restrict other ghosts because the thing itself is a ghost. Quickly. The Corpse Wrapping Cloth that had spread out in midair fell down, covering the rotting corpse before us. As soon as the Corpse Wrapping Cloth touched the corpse, a terrible thing happened. The cloth that covered the corpse began to bulge, where the protrusion formed a very clear humanoid outline; it was the fierce ghost of the Corpse Wrapping Cloth emerging from inside the fabric, now crawling incessantly over this tall rotting body. Where the ghost in the Corpse Wrapping Cloth passed, the strips of cloth followed suit, covering as if wrapping it up on their own accord. The pace is a bit slow. The tall, rotting corpse covered in cloth was still moving, not stopping because of the ghost in the Corpse Wrapping Cloth. "Can't it immediately restrict the corpse's movements? Lucky that the ghost moves slowly and doesn't have a Ghost Domain; otherwise, it would have already escaped," Yang Jian gathered some understanding from behind. The Corpse Wrapping Cloth's restrictions would only take effect after the wrapping was completely finished; otherwise, it would be ineffective. In the meantime, the ghost hunter had to follow and wait. If it weren't for figuring out the killing pattern of this ghost, replacing it with another ghost of unknown level would mean courting death by following it and drawing close. "However, luckily I haven't been attacked again." Yang Jian hadn't touched the ghost himself now, avoiding the recurrence of what had happened earlier. He just needed to wait a bit, and he would successfully restrain the ghost. With that thought, he breathed a temporary sigh of relief. Continuing to follow. The Corpse Wrapping Cloth entwined around the tall rotting corpse was getting tighter, and Yang Jian could clearly see the humanoid contour within the cloth settling down as if a ghost was infiltrating the corpse. Simultaneously, the walking speed of the corpse was gradually slowing down. While the restriction wasn't successful yet, it was already having some effect. Yang Jian continued to be vigilant of his surroundings; he hadn't forgotten about the more dangerous and terrifying things that existed here, the mysterious elements he did not understand. About a minute had passed. The Corpse Wrapping Cloth had already completely covered most of the corpse's body, and in another minute the restraint would be complete, and the corpse would be entirely immobilized and confined. However, at this moment, the tall male corpse already wrapped in the Corpse Wrapping Cloth took a turn and walked towards a side corridor. Yang Jian still followed behind, waiting for the final moment to arrive. But as he walked into the next corridor, his face suddenly changed. There was another room in front of the corridor; he couldn't tell the room number, but he saw a light was on beside the room, a soft yellow door light, and at this moment the room's door was... wide open. A room's door was open? The corpse continued to advance, albeit slowly, still ceaselessly approaching the room with the open door. Yang Jian's heart gradually sank, as he could guess from the situation he had just witnessed that the rooms here were likely inhabited by ghosts, and not just one. Now that the door to the room ahead was open, what he feared most was very likely to happen. The ghost from the room had come out. "It can't be this unlucky." Yang Jian's heart was filled with trepidation, yet he had no choice at this moment. The restriction was about to succeed, and if he were to stop now because of an open door, the entire operation would be considered a total failure. Even though he was aware of the danger lurking nearby in the hallway ahead, he had to steel himself and follow. "Could it be that the ghost from this room is the corpse in front of us? Maybe I'm overthinking it." Yang Jian speculated, as if to comfort himself. But soon, he confirmed that his speculation was wrong. Because Yang Jian saw several red traces on the doorknob of the room ahead, which were left by bloodstained fingers, and the blood was bright, it couldn't possibly have come from the rotting corpse in front of him, as the body was highly decomposed with no fresh blood, only corpse fluid. "So there really are other ghosts that have opened the door, and it's even possible they have already walked out of the room by now." His expression darkened as he slowly took off the gloves in his hands, revealing his own pale, ice-cold Ghost Hand. If he were targeted, he would immediately strike back. Continue moving forward. Yang Jian's gaze was fixed on that room, and his Ghost Domain had almost covered it, clearly revealing the number on the doorplate. Room 82. The appearance of this doorplate number meant he had followed the decomposing corpse to a location deeper than the previous Room 71 with the piano, and although the numbers didn't reveal much, he had an inkling that the deeper he went, the greater the likelihood of encountering danger. There had been nothing out of the ordinary when he passed rooms number 1 to 31 earlier. Now, the tall decomposing corpse, though its movements had slowed again, was slowly passing by the door of Room 82 without stopping in advance. Even though Yang Jian was apprehensive, he did not halt his pursuit. Once the Corpse Wrapping Cloth successfully wrapped around the body, he would immediately leave the place with the corpse using the Ghost Domain. Soon. Yang Jian also passed by the doorway of Room 82 during the follow-up process. This was the most dangerous moment. Because he was not sure whether the ghost from the room had really left the room, what if it was still inside? If so, he was likely to be attacked during the passing. Indiscriminate killing, triggering a pattern, the instinct to complete puzzles... one of them is bound to suit you. Yang Jian, who did not stop his steps, had to pass by the doorway of Room 82, even though he was within the Ghost Domain. There was no longer any need to evade at this point. Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked coldly into the room to ascertain the situation inside. The layout and furnishings in Room 82 were identical to Room 71, obviously featuring the same decoration style, and that old Republic of China vibe seemed rather eerie in such a setting. The living room of the room was empty without a piano, which was the only difference from Room 71. But as Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, he saw on the walls and ceiling of the room, many fresh bloody palm prints as if something had intentionally left them there, some so vivid that they seemed almost to drip blood. The color of the blood bore a resemblance to the Ghost Blood from the victim who died in the outskirts of Dachang City, Yan Li. Apart from these mysterious bloody handprints, Yang Jian saw nothing else. It was a brief passage, and everything seemed very calm, with nothing frightening appearing inside the opened Room 82. At this moment, the tall male corpse at the crossroads ahead suddenly stopped. The Corpse Wrapping Cloth had completely enveloped its body, forming a kind of restriction, and all the corpse's eerie behaviors ceased at that moment; no longer wandering as before, it stood there like a statue, stiff and immobile. Besides, the only thing not wrapped up by the Corpse Wrapping Cloth was the Firewood Knife in its hand. It seemed that even the curse, or the danger the object brought, was something even the Corpse Wrapping Cloth dared not touch. "It's done." At this point, Yang Jian immediately approached, attempting to envelop the body with his Ghost Domain and take it with him. But the Ghost Domain could not cover it; when passing by the body wrapped in the Corpse Wrapping Cloth, there was a gap left. "It can't be affected by the Ghost Domain? This must be the power of the Corpse Wrapping Cloth, once it completes the restriction, it can isolate all supernatural things, ensuring the ghost inside doesn't seep out." Yang Jian was somewhat surprised but found it reasonable. If the cloth that could wrap a ghost was affected by the Ghost Domain, surely, the ghost inside could escape. "No matter, carrying it out will do just the same." Yang Jian did not rush to take the Firewood Knife as it wasn't suitable to do so in this place. He planned to take the body out altogether. This time, he directly touched the body wrapped in the Corpse Wrapping Cloth. The danger was removed. Yang Jian was not attacked, and the large wrapped male corpse was indeed as quiet as a true corpse, losing its eerie ability to act. The course of action was correct. Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and without hesitating, he hoisted the body over his shoulder and turned to leave. But just as he turned around, Out of nowhere, several blood-red handprints had appeared on the walls at the doorway to Room 82. The handprints from the room seemed to have spread out just a moment ago, and what was most terrifying was that the handprints were now moving toward Yang Jian's side. Blood-red handprints, one after another, could be clearly seen on both walls as if a sinister ghost was crawling on them, leaving behind these bizarre traces. "Hmm?" With narrowed eyes, Yang Jian, carrying the corpse, now found himself in quite a dilemma.