Chapter 1402 - 1369: Clash of the Old Era

“What? Hu Zongshang was dismembered?”

Yang Jian’s attack caught everyone off guard, even Sister Hong was surprised because she knew well the way Yang Jian’s firewood knife worked. It would only be effective if it triggered the medium or hit directly, but just now, Yang Jian couldn’t have triggered Hu Zongshang’s medium, and the two were far apart without any substantial contact.

Yet, in this unreasonable situation, the firewood knife’s attack worked.

And once the firewood knife hits, even a real ghost would be severely injured at this moment. If it’s a ghost-controller, they’re most likely doomed.

“Yang Jian.”

Sister Hong was furious, staring angrily at Yang Jian’s figure enveloped in Ghost Flame.

“Don’t stare at me like that, this is just the start, the remaining four must also die here. If you remain stubborn, you too might die here next.” Yang Jian’s voice echoed from the Ghost Domain, making it impossible to pinpoint his exact location.

“You won’t succeed again,” Sister Hong said through clenched teeth.

Yang Jian’s figure appeared as he walked out of the firelight: “Even though you were a top ghost-controller during the Republic of China Period in your past life, this time you haven’t been resurrected for long, with limited supernatural power. So don’t be too full of yourself, you might not even be able to protect yourself, let alone worry about others?”

“Zhang Youhong, if you break his Ghost Domain, we will attack together, and our chance of winning wouldn’t be low.”

At this moment, a young woman in a tattered dress spoke coldly.

“Moreover, Hu Zongshang isn’t dead; he’s just dismembered. Such a method can’t kill him. Don’t worry for now. He can recover in a while. If we keep stalling, this Yang Jian will inevitably die,” another man in a short tunic said.

Sister Hong’s eyes moved slightly: “Zhang Yi, Brother Qiu San, don’t underestimate this person, he has already broken through my blockade. My Puppet People can’t stop him, and his next attack could bypass me to deal with you. But I’ll try to break his Ghost Domain, hoping to succeed.”

She wasn’t very confident because Yang Jian had been growing and at a fast pace. Every meeting exceeded her expectations, and this time Yang Jian displayed a different supernatural power, which was unexpectedly strong.

Sister Hong didn’t want to sit still and wait for death. Immediately, the nearby Puppet People surged, forming a line, blocking the coverage of Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain and protecting those behind her.

But that was still not enough.

Sister Hong took out a red handkerchief embroidered with a strange face, resembling an important person yet also like a terrifying ghost. The pattern on the handkerchief continued to change over time, sometimes a face, sometimes a bizarre limb, sometimes a cold corpse.

“An supernatural item?”

Yang Jian observed Sister Hong’s actions, and with his judgment, there was no doubt that the handkerchief wasn’t simple, possibly her supernatural weapon.

The next moment.

The pattern on Sister Hong’s handkerchief changed again, becoming an eye, a ghost eye, but beside it, another person’s face appeared, not Yang Jian, but a ghost.

Once this pattern was fully presented, Sister Hong wrapped the handkerchief around her palm.

The red handkerchief gradually adhered to her hand, like a piece of red skin sticking to it. And the eerie thing happened, on this red handkerchief, a scarlet eye appeared, turning eerily.

This was also a ghost eye.

“The true ghost eye is just one, how real can your supernatural disguise be?” Yang Jian said.

Sister Hong shook the handkerchief on her hand: “I don’t need you to tell me that, but you can’t unleash the full supernatural power of the ghost eye either. I don’t need to fully surpass you, just interfere with your Ghost Domain.”

The ghost eye on her handkerchief was emitting a red light, creating a terrifying ghost domain,

The familiar red ghost domain crossed the cover of the Ghost Flame, instead invading towards where Yang Jian was.

Evidently, the ghost domain emitted by the ghost eye on the handkerchief was powerful. The Ghost Flame’s domain could burn up to four layers, but before Sister Hong, it was vulnerable, even attempting to drag Yang Jian in.

The ghost domains interfered with each other, the firelight around Yang Jian dimmed, revealing his figure completely.

“The opportunity is now.”

A man in an old suit, also one of the five resurrected from the Republic of China, seeing that Sister Hong had successfully sealed Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain, rushed directly towards Yang Jian.

The distance closed instantly.

This man in an old suit appeared before Yang Jian almost in the blink of an eye, reaching out with both hands to grab Yang Jian.

The seemingly simple action carried a certain deadly supernatural attack.

“Feng Wen, don’t,” Sister Hong’s eyes narrowed as she hurriedly shouted.

“Now is too late, greed comes at a cost.”

Yang Jian also stretched his hand towards the man named Feng Wen, but then his hand froze in midair, his body unable to move.

“You’re the careless one; at the moment you revealed your name, I had my eye on you. I just didn’t find the right time to strike while you were hiding in the Ghost Domain. Now you can’t hide,”

The woman named Zhang Yi was holding a small straw doll woven from straw. Behind the doll were two black words: Yang Jian.

The straw man’s limbs with Yang Jian’s name were all bound, and under some curse influence, Yang Jian’s body couldn’t move either.

“Time to send you off.” Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man named Feng Wen succeeded.

Both cold hands imprinted on Yang Jian’s face, leaving two gray handprints.

The breath of ashes spread.

Blood was flowing from Yang Jian’s nose, his eyes going blind, and even his ears couldn’t hear anything. He was suddenly deprived of many things by the supernatural, even life seemed to be disappearing at a terrifying speed.

“Succeeded? But not enough, just in case, hit him again.”

The man in a short tunic called Brother Qiu San was about to strike, preparing to stack supernatural attacks to kill Yang Jian outright, not giving him a chance to fight back.

But before he could act, the scene in front of him made his eyes widen.

Yang Jian’s body flashed a red light, instantly breaking free from all constraints, wiping out all supernatural attacks. The red spear in his hand slashed again, and the man called Feng Wen had no time to dodge before his body was directly cut in two with a look of shock.

Thick blood splattered all over, dyeing the ground red.

Yet this was not all; the spear with a red glow disappeared instantly.

Immediately, Zhang Yi, the woman in a tattered dress, was pierced through the stomach and pinned harshly to the ground, unable to struggle, and she lowered her head, falling silent.

“How could it be?” Brother Qiu San’s body trembled slightly.

“You want to make a move too?” a cold voice sounded.

Behind?

Brother Qiu San broke into a cold sweat as he clearly saw Yang Jian still in front.

The ghost domain blockade failed?

“Stop.”

The last ghost-controller from the Republic of China shouted, intending to strike, but Yang Jian didn’t turn back, and accompanied by the roar of Evil Hounds around, the person who shouted immediately fell silent, then collapsed to the ground.

“Are you underestimating me?” Brother Qiu San turned suddenly, trying to fight back.

But in the next moment, a charred hand strangled his neck and lifted him up completely.

The supernatural confrontation began.

Ghostly hands appeared out of thin air, covering Brother Qiu San, but soon fell off as a dreadful supernatural force revived on him, resisting the limitation of the ghostly hands, even counterattacking, attempting to corrode Yang Jian’s body.

“Your abilities are impressive, the ghost within inherits everything from you, so it can exert all supernatural powers. If left unattended and given time to grow, it would indeed be a big problem in the future.”

Ghost Flame emerged from Yang Jian’s ghost hand.

Instantly.

The small flame suddenly expanded, directly engulfing the person in front.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream echoed, the burn from the Ghost Flame inflicted tremendous pain on those who wield supernatural powers, akin to the agony of a living person being scorched.

In an instant, all four spirit masters from the Republic of China Period were defeated.

Yang Jian wasn’t surprised at this outcome; he believed it was expected.

Not every spirit master from the Republic of China Period was a monster; Sister Hong could resurrect them, indicating their power wasn’t strong enough, as truly powerful ones couldn’t be resurrected easily.

“Yang Jian, don’t be too pleased.”

A red Ghost Domain, belonging not to Yang Jian, instantly enveloped him; Sister Hong’s counterattack arrived, numerous red figures approached, icy hands like nails pierced Yang Jian’s body. These Puppet People had interlocking joints and twisted bodies, forming a prison that instantly trapped Yang Jian, even the Ghost Shadow was filled with Puppets.

Clearly, Sister Hong knew she had to restrict both Yang Jian and the Ghost Shadow; after all, she inherited Leuk Qingqing’s memories, having fought Yang Jian before, understanding his real identity was the Ghost Shadow on the ground, not the half-dead body.

The burning Ghost Flame quickly extinguished, Yang Jian was under terrible restriction, as a red Puppet took Brother Qiu San and retreated rapidly.

“I’m not dead yet, Zhang Youhong, don’t hold back, kill him, you can do it, I’ve always believed in you.”

Brother Qiu San’s charred body still had lingering flames, unable to extinguish easily, he spoke gloomily.

Yang Jian was restricted by countless Puppets; he turned his neck to look at Sister Hong: “It seems that your strength after resurrection is weaker than I imagined, even you can’t handle me; otherwise, you wouldn’t have failed to protect those few.”

He had fought with old monsters from the Republic of China Period in Baishui Town before — whether it was the basket-carrying old woman, or the Door Knocking Ghost in life, or the owner of the graveyard…each one was terrifyingly suffocating, yet Sister Hong’s performance was underwhelming.

“Annoying.”

Sister Hong’s face darkened, resurrecting for another lifetime wasn’t without a price, sacrificing a lot, and even with previous memories she couldn’t restore the old strength, as success is often irreproducible; the first successful attainment of such heights isn’t guaranteed the second time.

Immediately all Puppets moved, each Puppet removed a part of Yang Jian’s body, like dismantling building blocks, even the Ghost Shadow couldn’t resist this supernatural attack, being touched by Puppets was split into numerous pieces of black shadow.

A complete Yang Jian was thus vanished.

Each Puppet held a part of Yang Jian’s body in their hand; strangely, these body parts were still alive, the extracted heart even continued beating.

“Successfully eliminated Yang Jian?”

At this moment, Hu Zongshang, who had been dismembered at the start, suddenly opened his eyes, regained consciousness, and sobered up.

Despite having only half a body, he was still alive, and the divided body parts were slowly recovering.

But now he couldn’t move, resembling a truly dead corpse.

“He’s not dead yet, only dispersed into countless pieces. As long as these body parts are separated, he can never recover,” Sister Hong said. “I’m no longer what I used to be; reaching this step was incredibly difficult. It’s also because Yang Jian was occupied with you earlier, otherwise I wouldn’t have grasped this chance.”

“He was too arrogant; it’s only fitting that he’s overturned now,” Brother Qiu San, charred and in pain, still remained expressionless.

“Hurry and save Zhang Yi, she’s still pinned.”

Sister Hong added, “She’s not dead for now, it’s just a coffin nail, nothing dangerous.”

As she spoke, a Puppet in a cheongsam approached, trying to pull out the red spear.

Yet as the Puppet touched the spear and exerted force, instantly, a dreadful curse erupted, the red Puppet froze on the spot without any movement.

“Is there some kind of curse on it?” Sister Hong personally went over, touching the spear with a hand wrapped in a handkerchief.

Slightly moving, Sister Hong felt a terrible, icy cold essence invading her body, but the red handkerchief resisted the cold, pulled out the spear, and quickly discarded it aside.

She temporarily chose not to touch this peculiar supernatural weapon.

With the coffin nail’s suppression gone, the Republic of China female slowly awakened.

Just as Sister Hong was rescuing these people.

In the fragmented Ghost Shadow, ghostly eyes suddenly opened.

Then an engulfing red light shone.

Next moment.

Within the depth of this red light, Yang Jian reappeared before everyone intact.

“I said, reversing life and death isn’t a difficult task for me.” The familiar yet icy voice echoed, causing everyone’s heart to clench.

“Are you kidding, not dead even now?”

Brother Qiu San’s charred skin hadn’t recovered, he widened his eyes, looking incredulous.

“Restart? And a large-scale restart at that, completely different from just restarting yourself,” Sister Hong turned around, witnessing the scene she least wanted to see.

Yang Jian stood still, not attacking, but spoke: “Sister Hong, haven’t you understood yet? From beginning to now, the ones beside you aren’t really dead.”

Sister Hong frowned.

“It’s not that I can’t kill them, but they were already dead, and their true identities now are ghosts. Their actions merely retain the habits and memories from before, resembling normal people, but this normalcy won’t last.” Yang Jian said.

“Stop talking nonsense; you can’t persuade me; I’ve been waiting long for this day,” Sister Hong stated.

“Is that so? What a pity then.”

Yang Jian sighed slightly, then reached out and grasped the air, the fallen long spear appeared in his hand. Next moment, he softly spoke: “With this strike, I will definitely strike down the one before me.”

After wishing, the long spear slashed down.

Sister Hong, initially in red high heels unable to leave a medium, and even within the Ghost Domain impervious to being struck, but with Wishing Ghost’s supernatural aid, Sister Hong’s medium appeared just like others. As soon as it appeared, the Firewood Knife swept down, chopping off her head.

Next moment, the curse exploded.

Sister Hong’s neck was ripped instantly, a beautiful head left the body, thumping heavily to the ground.

Not just Sister Hong, but all the other Puppets followed suit, heads falling off together.

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