Mystical Revival: Ghost Play – Chapter 152

The Ghost That Cannot Be Attacked

Chapter 152: The Ghost That Cannot Be Attacked

A strong bloody smell hit him in the face.

The room door was wide open.

The inside was empty, nothing was there.

But the bloody smell permeated the entire environment.

Clearly nothing was there, yet there was a strong bloody smell.

As well as a rotten stench.

Da da da~!

Dull footsteps sounded.

Creak.

The room door was pushed open.

A strong foul odor hit him in the face.

Ye Zhen frowned, the bed was messy.

He reached out and touched it, there was still some lingering warmth.

“Interesting, there’s a bloody smell, but no corpse.”

He withdrew his gaze from the room and looked toward the second floor corridor.

The dim environment couldn’t block his line of sight.

He strode toward it.

Checking every place.

“Strange, not a bit of supernatural?”

Ye Zhen stood at the end of the corridor, slightly lowering his head, thinking about something.

Bang bang bang~!

A sound that couldn’t be heard echoed in a strange space.

That seemed to be a mirror.

The mirror was hidden by something.

Ye Zhen was now standing in front of the mirror, but in his line of sight, it was a wall.

At this moment, inside the mirror, a woman was terrifiedly slapping the mirror, staring deadly at Ye Zhen, shouting loudly.

The sound was almost nonexistent.

“Hm?”

Ye Zhen suddenly looked up, then turned his head, supernatural appeared in the village.

The ghost was killing.

“So it’s not here?”

Ye Zhen turned around.

The woman in the mirror saw Ye Zhen turning around and became even more anxious.

She slapped hard, then hammered, her fists bleeding profusely.

But she seemed to feel nothing.

Da da da~!

A desperate sound rang out, it was the footsteps of Ye Zhen leaving.

The woman widened her eyes, looking desperately at the young man’s back.

“No… don’t go!”

The woman roared.

But suddenly, her whole body trembled, her pupils dilating to the maximum.

A pale hand had at some point touched her face.

A coldness emerged.

Ye Zhen felt something was off and looked back.

Just now he seemed to have sensed a line of sight.

“Illusion?”

Ye Zhen frowned, but soon he stopped paying attention to it.

He headed straight for the fierce ghost’s location.

In the village, inside a Republic of China house.

Lin Qian squatted on the ground, watching the bloodstains on the ground gradually disappear.

He slightly raised his head and looked ahead.

“Ghost resolved?”

Ye Zhen suddenly appeared beside Lin Qian.

The moment he saw Lin Qian, Ye Zhen was somewhat disappointed.

Because Lin Qian was here, the ghost could basically be handled.

Lin Qian shook his head and stood up.

“No, I arrived late.”

The bloodstains on the ground completely disappeared, but the bloody smell and rotten stench in the room persisted.

“The ghost killed and has already left, and moreover, no corpse was left at the scene.”

This supernatural event was very strange.

The ghost’s killing speed was extremely fast, and it even took the corpse away.

“How’s the situation on your side?”

Lin Qian looked at Ye Zhen and asked.

As expected, Ye Zhen was in the same situation.

Ye Zhen shook his head, feeling relieved in his heart.

“Same, no corpse or supernatural remnants found.”

“Same situation as here, the scene has an extremely heavy bloody smell and rotten stench.”

Lin Qian nodded, “Looks like big trouble.”

Suddenly.

“Little Fang’s side…” Ye Zhen looked in one direction.

Lin Qian looked up, his brows slightly furrowing.

“Looks like he contacted the fierce ghost first.”

At this moment.

Under that stream.

Fang Yuanshan, who was controlled, was desperately reaching out to touch the mirror covered by black cloth.

But even if Fang Yuanshan was two meters tall, he couldn’t reach that mirror.

Let alone, he was only one meter seventy.

Fang Shiming stared at Fang Yuanshan.

The other’s condition was very off.

Hands stretched straight out, seeming to be doing futile work.

But looking closely, the other’s hands were gradually lengthening bit by bit.

The flesh clearly tore.

“Ghost possession, or ghost controlled?”

Fang Shiming thought for a moment.

Then he directly launched an attack.

Yin wind howled, blowing toward Fang Yuanshan.

The moment the yin wind touched Fang Yuanshan, a terrifying scene appeared.

The other’s flesh fell off piece by piece, like leaves in the autumn wind.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuanshan turned into a skeleton.

The girl on the shore suddenly let out a scream.

Fang Shiming glanced sideways at her.

The next moment, the girl uncontrollably bent over.

Ka ka ka~!

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

The girl widened her eyes, her flesh being squeezed.

Bones directly pierced through her chest, her organs crushed to pieces.

Plop.

The girl fell to the ground, blood constantly pouring from her mouth, clearly not surviving.

Hm?

Fang Shiming saw this scene, his pupils slightly contracting, instantly becoming alert.

The girl fell, a wet bloody hand flashed and vanished.

“Empty?”

Fang Shiming’s gaze flickered, that flashing bloody hand was definitely a ghost.

The girl was completely dead, under supernatural influence, her corpse rapidly rotted.

Fang Shiming withdrew his gaze and looked at his nephew who had become a skeleton but was still standing stiffly.

The other’s hands still maintained their previous shape.

But strangely, the other’s hands had clearly become a skeleton, yet they were still reaching toward the mirror under the bridge.

At the same time, Fang Shiming discovered that his nephew’s hands were not connected to each other, but separated.

And separating further and further.

“No matter the purpose, not letting you touch that mirror is definitely the best choice.”

Fang Shiming decisively acted, slightly squatting down.

Killing pattern triggered.

The fierce ghost pressed onto the skeleton.

Supernatural began to confront.

But the skeleton suddenly fell apart.

And the bones were covered in cracks.

Fang Shiming was puzzled.

He stood up, “Ghost not on the body?”

Looking at the bones scattered in the stream.

Fang Shiming was baffled.

He was instantly killed, which means the other wasn’t the ghost, possibly a ghost slave.

This was strange.

The girl’s corpse nearby had rotted beyond recognition.

Fang Shiming became even more vigilant.

He stared deadly at everything in the stream.

And that mirror covered by black cloth.

That mirror definitely had a problem.

But he couldn’t move.

Moving things blindly without understanding would make the situation worse.

Gurgle gurgle~!

Fang Shiming’s gaze instantly sharpened.

Bubbles suddenly rose in the stream.

Like boiling water, gurgling up.

Visibly, the stream began turning blood red.

At the same time, bloody hands rolled in the stream.

“Hit the jackpot!”

Fang Shiming muttered.

Supernatural fully erupted.

Yin wind swept directly toward the stream.

At the same time, ghost pressing human ability activated.

Ka cha~!

A photo was developed.

A rusty pair of scissors strangely appeared in Fang Shiming’s hand.

Without hesitation, Fang Shiming directly cut the photo to pieces.

A terrifying and eerie scene appeared.

The blood-red stream instantly cracked, the bloody hands emerging from it breaking in an instant.

Fang Shiming put away the scissors, squinting at the stream rapidly calming down.

But the more he looked, the more solemn he became.

“What nonsense!”

He stared deadly at the stream, as if seeing something unbelievable.

The stream that was gradually calming suddenly churned violently.

The gurgling sound like water boiling in a kettle.

Bloody hands kept emerging.

But under Fang Shiming’s attacks, those bloody hands turned to white bones and fractured as soon as they emerged.

But after some bloody hands were attacked.

The ones behind simply stopped emerging bloody hands.

But Fang Shiming became even more solemn.

“It’s coming!”

Fang Shiming raised the camera at the stream, no, it should be said pond.

Clusters of hair suddenly emerged from the pond.

Then, a disheveled woman slowly rose from the pond.

Numb eyes, carrying deathly stillness.

Ghost, a real ghost!

But it gave Fang Shiming an extremely off feeling.

He couldn’t sense the other’s supernatural.

It could be said that in the ghost inside him, there was no ghost around.

Ka cha~!

Another photo was developed.

Fang Shiming took out the ghost scissors and directly cut at the fierce ghost’s head in the photo.

The photo was smoothly cut in half.

But something strange happened.

The fierce ghost in the pond was unscathed.

“How is that possible!”

The next moment, the fierce ghost’s hair in the pond suddenly spread toward him.

Fang Shiming didn’t hesitate and directly opened ghost domain.

But the next second, his face darkened.

Those hairs ignored his ghost domain and directly entered it.

“Damn, grand prize!”

Fang Shiming instantly turned into yin wind swirling in the air.

He directly abandoned ghost domain and changed form.

When Fang Shiming looked again, the entire stream below was covered in black hair.

“What the hell thing.”

Fang Shiming’s face was grim.

His attacks all had no effect.

No, fundamentally, he hadn’t attacked the other at all.

Even ghost scissors’ curse couldn’t curse the other.

This couldn’t be that dead Republic of China old man, right?

Fang Shiming gazed at the fierce ghost slowly emerging from the black hair below.

He could no longer see the other’s appearance, completely covered by hair.

Now it looked like a rising black pillar.

How to deal with this ghost?

Fang Shiming pondered.

The fierce ghost below seemed to have no intention of continuing to attack Fang Shiming.

The fierce ghost gradually emerged, growing taller and taller.

Fang Shiming strangely watched this scene.

Not understanding what the fierce ghost was doing.

But suddenly, he understood.

“Mirror!”

This ghost’s target was that mirror!

The fierce ghost’s target was that mirror.

Fang Shiming was puzzled, what exactly was that mirror, his nephew was controlled by ghost into ghost slave heading for that mirror.

Now this ghost too.

Though he didn’t know the mirror’s function.

But it was certain, if the ghost succeeded, it definitely wouldn’t be good.

But Fang Shiming was powerless.

He wanted to stop it, but his attacks couldn’t reach the other.

Watching the fierce ghost get closer and closer to that mirror.

Fang Shiming gritted his teeth, planning to directly grab the mirror.

But at this moment.

Ka ka ka~!

Crisp sounds rang out.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature visibly dropped.

Immediately after, ice crystals spread toward this side.

Extremely fast, in a blink, the surrounding environment was frozen solid.

Da da da~!

Footsteps sounded.

Two figures walked out from the darkness, stepping on the ice layer.

“Little Fang, what’s your situation?”

“Can’t even handle one ghost?”

Ye Zhen held his arms, slightly raising his head, looking at the yin wind in the air.

Lin Qian slightly narrowed his eyes, staring at the frozen stream.

“Nonsense, this ghost has issues, my attacks missed.”

Hearing this, Ye Zhen then noticed Lin Qian’s attacks hadn’t affected the ghost at all.

The other passed through the ice layer like an illusion, continuing toward that mirror.

Yin wind blew, Fang Shiming appeared beside the two.

“You can’t attack it either?”

Lin Qian nodded, it was obvious.

“This ghost’s target is that mirror, I’m thinking maybe we directly take the mirror first?” Fang Shiming suggested.

Lin Qian upon hearing stared at the ghost.

“My supernatural can’t attack, yours can’t either, no surprise Ye Zhen too.”

“This ghost either can dodge supernatural, or doesn’t exist in reality, exists in ghost domain.”

“Or…”

Saying this, a stone appeared in Lin Qian’s hand.

A very ordinary stone, the kind by the roadside.

He raised the stone and threw it hard at the ghost.

The next moment, Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen’s gazes slightly changed.

“Fake.”

“No, not fake, this ghost from start to end doesn’t exist in reality.” Fang Shiming said.

The stone Lin Qian threw directly passed through the fierce ghost.

Watching the corpse that bounced and rolled on the ice layer before stopping.

All three confirmed, this ghost definitely didn’t exist in reality.

“Can’t even be touched by ordinary things.”

Ye Zhen stroked his chin, “How about I try?”

Lin Qian and Fang Shiming thought upon hearing.

Lin Qian waved his hand, “In this situation, we need to clarify first, we can’t touch the other, maybe the other can’t touch us either.”

Hearing this, Fang Shiming’s gaze flashed, then he looked at Ye Zhen.

Lin Qian also looked at Ye Zhen at this moment.

Ye Zhen felt something off, he looked at the two and found both looking at him.

“You guys?” Ye Zhen frowned.

“Go, you’re the strongest, if you don’t who will?”

Lin Qian said.

Fang Shiming nodded, “Lin Qian is right.”

Ye Zhen immediately straightened his back, “Next time, don’t say this kind of thing again, say too much, Ye will take it as flattery.”

Finished speaking, Ye Zhen strode out, directly entering the sea of hair.

Soon, Ye Zhen poked out his head, “No feeling, this ghost didn’t attack me either.”

Seeing this, the two confirmed in their hearts, this ghost was just a paper tiger.

They couldn’t touch the other, the other couldn’t touch them.

“No wonder, this thing directly entered my ghost domain, yet I felt no sign of invasion.”

“Turns out, it’s fake.” Fang Shiming said.

Lin Qian shook his head, “Maybe not fake, just we’re in different spaces.”

“The other has perhaps always been in ghost domain.”

Lin Qian looked at Ye Zhen, “Watch that ghost, if it’s really always in ghost domain, to touch the mirror it must leave ghost domain, that’s the best time to strike!”

“Got it!”

Ye Zhen replied, then directly appeared beside the mirror.

All three tacitly had no intention of touching the mirror.

That thing, touching it might cause trouble.

Mystical Revival: Ghost Play

Mystical Revival: Ghost Play

神秘复苏:鬼戏
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Chinese
My name is Lin Qian, I transmigrated and arrived in a world of despair. This is Mystical Revival. [Ghosts cannot be killed.] [Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.] [Observe the patterns of ghosts] A world destined for despair, where is hope? My name is Lin Qian, put on the mask, the ghost play begins.

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