Mysterious Revival

Ye Feng immediately regretted entering this unknown alley.

Because as soon as he entered, the burial clothes on his body instantly shrank, clinging tightly to his skin as if they sensed fear.

He understood that it wasn't the burial clothes that were afraid, but rather a reaction to something of their own kind.

This alley, there must be ghosts.

When Ye Feng looked back again, as expected, the road behind him had vanished, leaving nothing but a thick darkness, a pressing abyss that forced one to move forward, breathless.

"That Zhao Kaiming is a ghost manipulator from Dachang City, he must be familiar with all the supernatural events here. The three of us came on patrol, and we encountered a ghost right away, this can't be a coincidence... Zhao Kaiming must have lured He Chuan and me here on purpose."

"Does he want to use me to kill someone because I refused his offer to join forces against Yang Jian?"

"No, impossible, the current conflict isn't Yang Jian, it's the large-scale supernatural event enveloping the entire city. At such a time, Zhao Kaiming has no reason to continue internal strife, unless he has another unspeakable motive."

Ye Feng wasn't panicked, despite being nervous, he was still analytically assessing the situation.

To have become a ghost manipulator and survived until now, he possessed some necessary qualities.

"Regardless, I need to get out of here first, the longer I stay, the more uneasy I become."

Ye Feng quickened his pace, having no choice but to brave the alley.

The alley was just a very ordinary urban path, flanked by various shops and convenience stores, these were all tightly shut at this hour, the street was deserted, and even the street lights were off.

This ordinary street would usually not seem strange, but to Ye Feng, it seemed bizarre from every aspect.

Because he should have left this alley in less than ten minutes at his speed, yet he remained trapped, constantly unable to find the way out.

"Could this be the Ghost Domain? An irritating thing like that Yang Jian." Suddenly, Ye Feng halted, realizing there was no use in going on.

If he truly was in a Ghost Domain, he couldn't leave just by walking.

He would need to use some special methods.

After a moment of hesitation, Ye Feng gritted his teeth, lifting a corner of the burial clothes, revealing his pale skin covered in scars, all from bloody bite marks as though something had been gnawing at him incessantly.

A set of strange teeth had improbably grown on his body.

The teeth were sharp, dark, and gave off a rotten stench. Right now, they were writhing on his body as if they had come to life.

However, when Ye Feng attempted to use his ability to bite through the Ghost Domain as he had before, he suddenly found that his ability had failed.

It was not so much a failure, as it was the realization that he was not within a Ghost Domain.

"How is that possible? How can it be like this?" Ye Feng was stunned.

Could this place not be a Ghost Domain?

The fact that his last resort had failed began to send him into a panic.

As a ghost manipulator who governed two ghosts, he could face other ghost manipulators without fear, but when it came to real ghosts, he was still extremely wary.

The burial clothes could protect him, but not for too long. Once time was up, he'd die under the burial clothes and become a ghost in burial attire.

"I must find a way out."

Sweat formed on Ye Feng's brow, compelling him to keep moving forward, scanning left and right in an attempt to spot anything unusual.

However, because he was moving too quickly and the sky was too dark, he seemed to trip over something, staggering and nearly falling.

"What is this?" He quickly shone his light on it.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed. A half-head with missing parts, a bloody skull, had been kicked by his foot and was rolling to the side.

The head looked as if something had gnawed at it, the flesh mutilated beyond recognition.

"Whose head is this?" Ye Feng furrowed his brow deeply.

While others might fear corpses, he did not. Compared to ghosts, these motionless dead bodies were as endearing as a cute young lady, so he even dared to go closer and shine a light on the head's features to recognize them.

But as he approached to clearly see the remaining features of the half-head, his eyes abruptly widened.

The face on the head was... He Chuan?

No mistake, it was He Chuan who had disappeared from his side.

"This is impossible. No matter what, he is a ghost manipulator; even if he encountered a ghost, there is no reason for him to have died so quickly. Even a lazy toad would struggle a bit before dying."

Ye Feng suspected he was mistaken and reached out to touch and feel the temperature on the head.

If it was really He Chuan's head, then it hadn't been dead long and the head should still be warm.

Yet as he reached out, suddenly, a greenish-black little arm appeared from nowhere, grabbing the head before he could.

"Huh?"

Ye Feng's complexion changed abruptly, and he hastily stepped back several paces.

At that moment, he saw a little kid with a greenish-black body and hollow eye sockets, holding the mutilated head of He Chuan in front of a shop's doorway.

"Ghost Infant, Second Stage Ghost Infant."

This information immediately popped into his mind.

Professor Wang's hypothesis was correct, there had long been a Ghost Infant born in this city, hiding in every corner, only now bursting forth.

"There's no need to deal with this ghost thing, my priority is to find a way to get out of here."

Ye Feng's thought process was clear. He slowly backed away, not provoking the ghost creature,

unless the Ghost Infant initiated trouble first.

The Ghost Infant holding He Chuan's battered head just cocked its head and looked at Ye Feng without taking any action.

But the strangeness emanating from the pair of pitch-black, empty eye sockets was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

It was unclear whether this ghastly thing had eyes or not, or if it could see him.

"Has it not set its sights on me, or is it the Ghost Cloth on me that has protected me again?" Ye Feng thought this, but in the next moment, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and a chill instantly enveloped him.

"Crash~!"

"Thud thud~!"

Suddenly, a variety of noises came from the tightly shut shops nearby, as if something was banging on the doors, trying to come out.

One shop was like this, so were two, three, four... The entire row of shops was the same.

Ye Feng stood alone in this desolate and dimly lit alley, trapped and unable to escape, frantically looking around at the shops from where the noises were coming, like a headless fly in a state of panic.

Suddenly, the door of one of the shops finally opened.

A dark, cyan-colored silhouette walked out from inside.

"A Second Stage Ghost Infant?" Ye Feng's forehead was covered in cold sweat, realizing he might have unwittingly strayed into some dreadfully dangerous place.

However, that was not all. As the silhouette slowly stepped out, the doors of other shops also opened one after another.

One after another, silhouettes continued to emerge from each of the shops, all varying in height, gender, and appearance.

The only thing they had in common was their cyan-black skin, pitch-black, empty eyes, and their slow, shuffling advance, resembling corpses that had been dead for many days.

All of them were fully-grown Ghost Infants.

Now, with all the ghosts gathered on the street, the once deserted street became somewhat crowded, while the surrounding cold and dimness grew increasingly profound.

"What a joke, how could there be so many." Ye Feng felt his entire body trembling.

Nervousness, fear, and dread, all sorts of emotions surged forth.

At that moment, he even felt despair; his usual arrogance and confidence were instantly lost without a trace.

Run~!

This single thought dominated Ye Feng's mind.

Whether or not he could escape this place, the first priority was to get away from these horrifying Ghost Infants.

However, no matter how he ran, the Ghost Infants that had emerged nearby gradually closed in on him, as if the distance was never widening.

He could only feel that the Ghost Cloth on his body was gradually becoming less protective.

An intense cold penetrated his body from all directions. The shoulder that had been smacked earlier was now throbbing with even more pain, as if something was gripping it, causing immense pain and seemingly dragging his body back, making it hard for him to flee.

Finally, when the distance had closed enough.

A cyan-black arm suddenly reached out and grasped Ye Feng.

But in the next moment, it quickly retracted.

Ye Feng looked in terror and found a blurry handprint left on his Ghost Cloth.

Before he could react, another hand reached out from nearby and grabbed at him.

It too let go quickly after the grab.

Another handprint appeared on his body.

He understood that the Ghost Cloth he was wearing was still functional, warding off the attacks of the Ghost Infants. Had he not been wearing it, he might have died at the first strike.

However, the ghosts nearby were gradually converging in increasingly larger numbers, reaching an unnervingly overwhelming extent,

Seeming to fill up the street.

Gradually, Ye Feng found himself with no route of escape, surrounded and blocked from all directions.

The worst case scenario had occurred.

Ye Feng was encircled by ghosts, trapped in an airtight circle, with cyan-black shadows flitting within the murky haze, who knew how many ghosts this city had fostered.

It was simply an insoluble predicament.

"Heh, hehe." Ye Feng couldn't run anymore. He stood in place and let out a bitter laugh.

There was no chance left.

If he had encountered such an inescapable trap, it was only a matter of time before these ghosts left this place and brought utter disaster upon the entire city.

The space around him to maneuver was becoming less and less.

"Hm? What's that."

Suddenly, amidst the churning shadowy haze, Ye Feng saw something, his expression changed, and he quickly took out his phone to send a text message. If there was any hope for him to survive, his only chance was to wait for someone to rescue him.

A moment later, a dense swarm of Ghost Shadows gathered and engulfed the area like a flood.

When the gloom dissipated, the Ghost Infants that had been concealed in the cyan-black air had vanished, but so had Ye Feng.

A trampled, battered phone remained on the ground.

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