Chapter 145: Revive, My
The newly beating heart drove the body’s resurgence, and various senses began to gradually recover.
His back felt very soft, and his face seemed covered with a soft thing of unknown material.
As his thoughts returned from chaos, Zhang Qian’s consciousness coalesced once more.
Perhaps the corpse took a lot of time from death to revival, but for Zhang Qian himself, that time was just an instant.
He only remembered his consciousness gradually weakening, yet suddenly coalescing at the moment it was about to dissipate.
“I didn’t actually die…”
There was no joy of rebirth; Zhang Qian’s first thought upon reviving was to confirm the situation around him.
However, when he tried to open his eyes, he found they seemed covered by something, with only pitch black darkness and not the slightest light.
He initially wanted to directly remove the obstructive thing on his face, but found it somewhat stubborn, sticking like glue and refusing to come off no matter what.
“As expected, these rooms all have problems.”
Silently confirming his previous deduction, Zhang Qian raised his hand and gently tugged.
Without any other actions from him, the blueprint that had just been so stubborn immediately wilted, curling up as it detached from his face.
If observed closely, a faint glow could be seen on Zhang Qian’s hand.
But this light was now not only dim, its color also gray and hazy, more like some indescribable mist than the fluorescence before entering the cruise ship.
Perhaps death was not without price; as the fierce ghost in his body transformed toward Zhang Qian, Zhang Qian himself was also transforming toward a fierce ghost.
Even if this process was temporarily interrupted, it still left irreversible influence.
The depth of this influence even made Zhang Qian overlook the abnormality in his mind, turning his attention instead to the external environment.
Without the blueprint’s obstruction, somewhat dim yellow light from above shone straight into Zhang Qian’s eyes.
His pupils contracted slightly, as if he hadn’t seen light for a long time, feeling dazzled for a moment.
But in just an instant, his line of sight refocused, turning toward the doorway in the direction from his memory.
The fierce ghost seemed to have already left.
The doorway that had just bulged with a huge arc was now restored as before, with no traces of damage visible.
The wallpaper around the door frame was tattered, as if someone had torn at it but not cleanly, leaving scraps of paper stubbornly stuck to the walls.
Zhang Qian still hadn’t let down his vigilance; after standing up by pushing on his knees, he scanned the room once more with his gaze.
At this time, the advantage of the simplistic decor became apparent: the empty room with almost no furniture had no places to hide, so there shouldn’t be any lurking fierce ghosts.
Of course, if it had a ghost domain, that would naturally be an exception.
But for now, it could temporarily be declared safe.
His line of sight shifted down; the tear in his clothes was still shocking, but beneath that tear was not a mangled wound of blood and flesh, but instead a patch of intact skin.
The skin tone looked somewhat unhealthy, very pale, but completely showed no traces of prior injury.
“That previous situation should have been a death trap for me at the time.”
“But if it were the current me, could I resolve it?”
That previous letter not only awakened Zhang Qian’s consciousness, but also restored his memory and part of his ability.
Perhaps it shouldn’t be called restoring strength, but rather remembering how to use it again.
The fierce ghost in his body had never left, and the ability had always existed. It was only because Zhang Qian himself had forgotten certain things that the supernatural power in his body fell into silence.
But recalling the various manifestations of the limb ghost, even the current Zhang Qian felt some chill.
Even the ghost ship couldn’t completely restrict it; its terror level absolutely far exceeded that of ordinary fierce ghosts.
If it truly came to a direct confrontation, Zhang Qian had no certainty of victory that he could definitely win.
“Makes sense; after all, it’s two fierce ghosts fused together, so the terror level definitely isn’t as simple as one plus one.”
He hadn’t expected Yue Linhai’s puzzle theory to be verified so quickly; two fierce ghosts actually fused under his own help, inadvertently forming an even more terrifying monster.
Even the memory-restored him in front of it could probably only self-protect; the reason he survived that half-dead state against such a fierce ghost was worth deep thought.
“Before passing out, that fierce ghost had already reached in with its hand; with that breach, completely breaking through the doorway was just a matter of time. There’s no reason it would suddenly let me go.”
This wasn’t a problem that luck could explain; the only possibility was that some unknown existence had helped him.
But there were no other existences in the entire room; the only possibility was this piece of icy cold leather in his hand.
Hesitating a moment, Zhang Qian didn’t start researching it directly, but took out the satellite phone to confirm the current time.
Not looking was fine, but one look made even him furrow his brows tightly.
“It’s already been this long?”
Although Zhang Qian hadn’t noted the time before entering the ghost ship, when he had just entered the ghost ship after losing his memory earlier, he had opened the satellite phone.
But according to the time displayed on the satellite phone, the time since he entered the ghost ship had already exceeded six hours.
Such a long time far exceeded Zhang Qian’s expectations.
After all, Yue Linhai had deduced that the ghost ship’s resurgence was imminent, the kind where even running away worried about not having enough time.
“How long was I unconscious? Dadong City couldn’t have already fallen, right?”
Walking to the rusty window side and gazing outward, outside was still the unchanging pitch black seawater and the dark sky stretching endlessly.
From this view, it seemed no different from when he came, still in the supernatural land from the photograph, not yet returned to reality.
“This doesn’t match what Yue Linhai said at all… I thought the ghost ship would resurge within minutes, but just the time entering the ghost ship has passed six hours, yet there’s no movement outside.”
“Either Yue Linhai that guy tricked me, or the time flow rate inside the ghost ship is different from outside.”
Thinking about it, although the first guess had possibility, Zhang Qian still felt the second guess had greater possibility.
“Maybe I’ve been in the ghost ship a long time, but for the outside world, it’s just an instant.”
According to the rule that the photograph locks the supernatural through time, this seemed quite logical.
If that was really the case, it would count as some rare good news.
At least before the ghost ship breaks the seal, time won’t return to normal, meaning Zhang Qian doesn’t need to worry about not having enough time, nor put himself in danger to strive for time.
