Mysterious Revival - Chapter 171 - Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Ghost Face Tong Qian

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Ghost Face Tong Qian

At this moment,

on the second floor of a hotpot restaurant by the roadside.

The place was dim, all the lights extinguished, with only the occasional flicker of cell phone light gathering in a corner. Muffled sobs and hushed conversations could be faintly heard.

Dozens of people had gathered here.

They were survivors caught up in this incident, and after some events, they had started to realize what exactly they were facing now.

Fear was nearly destroying their sanity.

The reason they had not completely collapsed was because of one person.

An international ghost summoner.

Outside the crowd, on a stool, sat a tall woman dressed in the professional attire of an international ghost summoner, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, looking very capable.

Her mature and indifferent face was filled with solemnity and unease.

Her name was Tong Qian, an international ghost summoner from another city, responsible for handling the supernatural events of a city. Since the population of the city she oversaw was not large and supernatural events rarely happened, her usual responsibilities were not heavy. This time, when the Ghost Door Knocker incident broke out in Dachang City, she was dispatched by the Asian branch to provide support.

However, the situation here was worse than she had imagined.

Upon entering the Ghost Domain, Tong Qian sensed that things were amiss.

She had not encountered the Door Knocking Ghost mentioned in the files, but the sheer number of Ghost Slaves here was enough to send shivers down her spine.

This was no longer a matter of facing a single ghost but a horde.

And to make matters worse, they were deep within the Ghost Domain.

Tong Qian was no longer certain she could lead these survivors out alive. All she could do was hold out as long as possible, waiting for the situation to change and for reinforcements from above.

So she had gathered dozens of survivors and taken refuge in this hotpot restaurant.

But at that moment, a woman’s scream made her face change immediately.

“Who is making noise? Haven’t I already ordered you? No matter what emergency you face, do not shout, and if you want to live, follow my commands.” Tong Qian stood up annoyed and turned to scold.

“She, she was the one who screamed,” someone pointed out, indicating a middle-aged woman.

The woman’s face was very unsightly, shivering as she said, “No, no, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t.”

“If you screamed, you screamed, why deny it? Tell me, what is the reason?” Tong Qian asked.

“I’ve said it wasn’t me, you can’t blame me,” the woman adamantly denied.

Tong Qian’s brow furrowed. “Speak immediately if there’s any issue. These are extraordinary times, and any abnormality must be reported to me. The place we are in is very special, more complicated than you can imagine. This kind of noise is unacceptable now, and there won’t be a next time. Otherwise, I can’t ensure the safety of everyone here if something goes wrong.”

“Aren’t you a ghost summoner? How can you say such things?” the woman reproached.

Tong Qian’s face darkened, ready to speak, but a sound made her tense up, unable to help but turn to look.

“Thud, thud thud~!”

The clear sound of someone ascending stairs came from the darkness ahead, each step heavy, stiff, and lacking the lightness and agility of a normal person’s stride.

Just by hearing these footsteps, Tong Qian could tell.

It was a corpse walking.

“Silence,” Tong Qian said in a low voice.

She quickly went up to the hotpot restaurant’s glass door, shining her flashlight towards the staircase, attempting to use the strong light to see clearly what was coming up.

If it was a Ghost Slave, Tong Qian was confident she could handle it.

The footsteps, coming from downstairs, gradually reached the second floor.

Despite the military flashlight’s bright beam, the darkness seemed to reduce it to a dim glow by the time it reached the staircase, though it was still bright enough to reveal what was ahead.

The stiff, thudding footsteps were getting closer.

Tong Qian’s heart tightened.

She understood, the ghost had found them.

Indeed, hoping to hide in the hotpot restaurant to avoid all dangers was naive.

But taking refuge here was also out of necessity. There were too many survivors; moving as a group would be dangerous with their psychological state—each one a liability. Wandering outside would be even more risky. It was better to stick together and hide somewhere.

A moment later,

at the staircase shrouded in the dim light, suddenly, a head appeared.

Tong Qian’s eyes narrowed sharply.

It was an old man, his face withered, wrinkles deep as ravines, eyes hollow, ashen, without a spark of life, and his aged skin covered in livor mortis, as if he had been dead for days. Clad in an old-fashioned, black, traditional long robe, his tall, thin body trudged up the stairs, the heavy footfalls echoing.

Moreover, as the old man drew closer, the strong light of the flashlight seemed to be pushed back.

A darkness was gradually creeping in.

The surroundings were affected, the floor decaying, the walls peeling away.

“This ghost… is extraordinary,” Tong Qian’s heart chilled instantly.

In all her time as a ghost summoner, she had never seen such a terrifying ghost.

Just one glance gave her the feeling of being trapped in a nightmare.

Without guessing, Tong Qian was already certain this was the culprit behind the supernatural event, codenamed the Ghost Door Knocker.

“What to do? What now? Should we run?” Tong Qian forced herself to remain calm and began thinking swiftly.

She could still make it out alone.

But the dozens of survivors behind her would likely be left behind.

However, the old man before her would not give her time to think.

At that moment, the old man had fully ascended to the second floor and was heading straight for the interior of the shop.

Despite the mere three meters separating Tong Qian from the old man, with only a glass door between them, she dared not act recklessly. She had no confidence in dealing with this ghost, nor did she have the conviction, and her purpose here was not to resolve the supernatural event but to save people, to mitigate losses.

She did not act irrationally but instead slowly backed away.

The old man did not enter directly as imagined; instead, he eerily stopped at the doorway. Then, he slowly lifted his stiff and withered palm and began knocking on the glass door.

“Thud, thud-thud~!”

Dull, oppressive, almost suffocating.

Tong Qian had reviewed the case files of the Ghost Door Knocker and her face suddenly changed as she shouted, “Leave this place, everyone leave here.”

The others were stunned for a moment, not yet understanding what was happening.

“Move quickly, exit through the side door,” Tong Qian shouted again.

Only then did the others snap to their senses. Several screams rang out as they panickedly ran towards the side door.

But when the first person raced to the side door, they crashed into a wall with a loud bang, even their nosebleed flowing out.

The door that was there before had vanished.

There was only a wall covered with moss, exuding a rotten smell.

“What’s going on?” Tong Qian looked back and her complexion drastically changed when she saw that the door had disappeared.

Looking back at the glass windows that faced the street.

Now they too had vanished, replaced by an unbreakable wall.

Even the hot pot tables inside the shop began to disappear.

“This place, it’s not a hot pot restaurant at all,” Tong Qian realized this abruptly.

“Thud, thud-thud~!”

The knocking started again.

Thump~!

Among the chaotic and screaming crowd, someone thumped down onto the ground, breathless, their body cold.

Dead.

Tong Qian understood, this was the Door Knocking Ghost’s way of killing. Knocking to kill, nearly unsolvable, as the files had already explained.

“There’s no other way.” She grit her teeth and untied the ponytail at the back of her head.

Her hair loosened and was draped in front of her by Tong Qian.

Without the hair to cover it, a ghastly, bizarre face appeared behind Tong Qian’s head.

This face had a nose and a mouth, appeared both male and female, eyes shut, with the corners of the mouth curved upward into a pale and sinister smile.

Ghost Face Tong Qian.

That’s how the ghost controller’s file referred to her.

Tong Qian turned her back to the old man outside the door and pointed the face that was grown on the back of her head towards him.

“Giggle, giggle-giggle~!”

The next moment, the face’s mouth split open to emit a bone-chilling, eerie laugh, sharp… weird? It sent shivers down the spine to merely hear it and one instinctively knew it was the laugh of a ghost, it couldn’t possibly be a human.

The Ghost Face’s laughter ensued.

The action of the old man knocking at the door suddenly stopped.

The stiff, withered palm frozen mid-air motionless.

The deadly knocking had been halted.

But Tong Qian’s Ghost Face couldn’t keep laughing forever, the restlessness for the evil ghost’s revival stirred in her heart.

And to restrain the old man, the reliance on the power of the ferocious ghost was beyond her previous imagination.

Quickly.

Tong Qian felt the Ghost Face on the back of her head began to move towards the front while laughing.

She knew that once the Ghost Face moved onto her own face, it would entirely cover her face.

By then, she would no longer be human but a ghost.

“I can’t go on like this,” Tong Qian realized the direness of the situation and immediately turned around, recombining her hair over her head to cover the Ghost Face.

The laughter stopped.

The movement of the Ghost Face also halted.

But as soon as the Ghost Face’s laugh ceased, the terrifying knocking began anew.

“Thud, thud-thud~!”

The old man in black robes, his body covered with corpse spots, once again lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

As if headless flies, survivors scattered every which way, another thumped to the ground.

A fierce ghost killing, it was that simple.

Seeing three people dead beside them, the survivors grew even more panicked; screams, cries for help kept echoing.

With her lips tightly pressed, Tong Qian finally made up her mind and turned around to shout, “Stop yelling and find a way to get out of here, you can leave from anywhere. I’ll hold off this… ghost for now.”

After speaking, she once again brushed aside the hair on the back of her head.

“Is it worth it? Continuing like this, you will soon die from the revived fierce ghost, and with another two ghosts here, these survivors will die even quicker.” However, at this moment, a calm male voice suddenly rose from a corner.

“Who?”

Tong Qian was startled and immediately turned to look.

In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, stood a young man in short sleeves, a stark gash across his forehead from which a crimson eye stared intently their way.

In the young man’s hands, he held a crimson candle.

The candle was lit.

It emitted a creepy, green flame, spectral and ominous.