Mystical Revival: Ghost Play – Chapter 223

The Mobilized Ghost Messenger And Starving Ghost

Chapter 223: The Mobilized Ghost Messenger And Starving Ghost

Wang Xiao Ming stared at the message sent by Yang Jian, his gaze flickering.

Sure enough, the one hanging is the Ghost Messenger?

No, to be precise, the moment it is touched, the hanging corpse will turn into the Ghost Messenger.

The most likely scenario is that the thing inside the coffin exchanged with the corpse outside.

Wang Xiao Ming did not think about whether the message sent by Yang Jian was reliable.

This thing won’t be unreliable.

“Xu Zhou, open the coffin, put the Spirit Tablet inside, then take away the corpse.”

Wang Xiao Ming quickly said to Xu Zhou.

Inside the Ghost Painting.

Xu Zhou’s gaze flickered, and he instantly rushed inside.

The moment he entered, that uneasy feeling immediately surfaced.

Scalp tingling, hair standing on end.

Xu Zhou suddenly rushed into the Spirit Hall and opened the coffin with one hand.

A bizarre scene appeared; the coffin was opened without any warning.

Inside, it was not pitch black, but a corpse lying there.

A corpse wearing a Detective uniform.

The corpse’s eyes were open, its face pale as it stared at him.

The moment the coffin was opened, the corpse seemed to undergo a change.

A pair of eyes slowly closed.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but in those eyes, he saw terror.

Xu Zhou didn’t care and directly threw the Spirit Tablet from the coffin into it.

To prevent accidents, he directly closed the coffin.

Then Xu Zhou turned and rushed toward the hanging corpse.

His action seemed to trigger some change.

The surrounding environment visibly darkened.

Xu Zhou’s gaze flickered, and he instantly appeared under the corpse.

At this moment, the corpse no longer gave him that hair-raising feeling, but an uneasy threat.

This threat was the same as the one he felt when facing the President.

The ghost inside him was restless.

In an instant, Xu Zhou confirmed it—success.

Without hesitation, he reached for the corpse, intending to tear it down.

But at that moment, Xu Zhou’s ears twitched.

A huge eye suddenly opened from the back of his head.

A whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

“Can’t dodge!”

Xu Zhou determined that he couldn’t dodge this sneak attack.

Absolutely couldn’t dodge.

It’s the Coffin Nail!

That sharp black shadow was slender and extremely fast.

Just one glance, and Xu Zhou knew where it was piercing.

Rip~!

He raised his arm and slashed down at his own shoulder.

Rip.

Flesh was directly split open.

Intestines, bones, and flesh splattered.

Half of his body was directly nailed to the ground.

Xu Zhou’s expression was cold, as if he had anticipated it, and he reached for the thing that had nailed half his body.

It was indeed a rusty Coffin Nail!

Xu Zhou’s reaction was extremely fast; knowing he couldn’t dodge, he directly abandoned the body that would be nailed before it was pinned.

At this moment, only his hand reached for the nail.

As long as the nail was removed by him, the half-body suppressed by the nail would recover and be reassembled by him.

But at the moment he was about to touch the nail.

On the ground, a black shadow hand appeared, grabbed the nail, and yanked it fiercely.

The nail was directly pulled out.

Xu Zhou’s pupils contracted.

The huge eye turned, wanting to stop it but not as fast as the opponent.

No choice, he directly reassembled his body.

Thud~!

The hanging corpse was directly torn down by Xu Zhou.

“Wei Jing, I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can, don’t struggle.”

For safety, Xu Zhou said it, then directly stuffed it into the Ghost Bag.

After doing all this, he instantly disappeared from the spot.

The entire Ghost Painting was becoming extremely dangerous at this moment.

Clack clack clack~!

At the doorway of the eerie Spirit Hall, footsteps suddenly sounded, then quickly moved away.

Extremely hasty.

Inside the Spirit Hall, the coffin was slowly pushed open.

Inside the pitch-black coffin, black mist filled the air.

A ‘person’ slowly sat up from the coffin.

It was a person wearing an International Police uniform, face pale, expression numb, eyes lifeless.

It reached out, and the black hemp rope from the beam suddenly wrapped around its arm.

It stood up and climbed out of the coffin.

The moment it climbed out, the coffin eerily closed on its own.

At the same time, the Spirit Hall began to disappear, and the coffin began to disappear.

The surrounding building fused with the Headquarters Building also began to disappear.

Clack clack clack, muffled footsteps sounded from the Headquarters Building.

At this time.

Inside an abandoned school.

A baby’s piercing cry suddenly echoed throughout the campus.

Green smoke began to rise, drifting toward the sky.

Under the hazy world of drifting paper ash, something inconceivable was happening on the campus.

One by one, babies with bluish-black skin were turning into the Starving Ghost.

One by one Stage Three Starving Ghosts were also turning into smoke.

Bluish-black smog enveloped the entire school, as if to turn the whole school into its domain.

And the Fierce Ghost sitting in the Guard Booth, the true Starving Ghost, slowly raised its head.

A pair of pitch-black eyes moved slightly.

Then it stood up, bluish-black smog enveloping it, and walked out of the Guard Booth.

Ping An Mansion.

Xu Zhou clenched his fist, his heart tingling.

“Professor Wang, the balance is broken. The Ghost Messenger and Starving Ghost are active.”

He hadn’t even faced the Starving Ghost and Ghost Messenger yet; just being in the same city as them made his heart tingle.

“I was just attacked, it was a Coffin Nail.”

Xu Zhou quickly said.

“But I dodged it.”

Hearing this, Wang Xiao Ming’s worried heart quickly settled.

“I’ll open the door for you right away.”

“No.”

Xu Zhou refused; he stood in the dim, dilapidated corridor.

Staring at the city outside that was gradually becoming eerie.

“No rush for now. Let me see if I can bring back a Coffin Nail for the President.”

Xu Zhou licked his lips and touched his shoulder.

That nail just now didn’t feel like much, but the slash he gave himself directly split the supernatural.

Otherwise, he couldn’t have dodged.

The Coffin Nail is a good thing.

It would be a pity to leave such a good thing here.

“Xu Zhou, don’t take risks.”

Wang Xiao Ming hurriedly reminded.

Leaving now while possible was the best choice.

“It’s not me taking risks; that thing is nearby. I don’t want to get nailed when opening the door.”

At the back of Xu Zhou’s head, the huge eye slowly moved to the front.

“Though I only glimpsed it with peripheral vision earlier, I still saw that thing has three faces.”

“Professor Wang, that thing is indeed very smart.”

Xu Zhou’s huge eye turned, as if searching for something in the corridor.

“Xu Zhou, be careful, don’t mess it up.”

Wang Xiao Ming continued to remind, but didn’t demand Xu Zhou come out immediately.

“Got it, one chance. I’ll make one move.”

“…”

“Xu Zhou… it’s actually him who entered?”

Xu Ming looked complicatedly at the man slowly walking in the corridor inside the Ping An Mansion.

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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