Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 584: Chapter 581 Huang Ziya’s Move

"Why did Yang Jian suddenly release the Ghost Domain out of the blue?”

Huang Ziya, inside her hotel room, wasn’t panicked; instead, she was somewhat puzzled. At this moment, she hadn’t heard any news about a supernatural event. Although the ghost painting event was severe, it was still in the exploration and searching phase, with no real contact having been made yet.

"Could it be that he got into a fight with someone again?”

Huang Ziya couldn’t help but suspect this, knowing a bit about Yang Jian’s temperament—he wasn’t the easiest person to get along with. There were always some fearless folks who ended up clashing with him, and she wondered what they were thinking.

Probably that their brains weren’t working right.

She walked over to the window and looked outside the building.

...

Everything outside was the same as before, without any change, except that she couldn’t see any pedestrians or passing vehicles; the whole world was enveloped in a layer of red light, and the silence conveyed a strange and eerie atmosphere.

Once Huang Ziya made sure there was no danger around, she decided to wait it out as if nothing had happened until Yang Jian withdrew the Ghost Domain.

But just as she turned to walk away from the window, she noticed the LCD TV flickering constantly with light, as if the signal was seriously interfered with and couldn’t broadcast the picture normally.

"Looks like there’s no way to watch the TV drama,” she was somewhat helpless.

Within the Ghost Domain, electronic products were easily affected. It wasn’t done deliberately, but due to interference from supernatural powers, electronic components couldn’t operate normally, leading to phenomena such as flickering lights, signal obstruction, and so on.

This phenomenon was common, and of course, easy to resolve—all that was needed was to coat the machine with a layer of gold.

The person-in-charge’s satellite-locating phone components were all gold-plated, allowing it to maintain normal communication throughout most supernatural incidents.

However, just as Huang Ziya was about to turn off the TV, she suddenly noticed several red characters appearing on the screen.

"Don’t panic, it’s Yang Jian.”

Huang Ziya paused for a moment, then looked around, noticing that Yang Jian was nowhere in sight.

"Captain, what do you want bothering me so late at night? Don’t tell me you miss me. Do you want me to come to your room and keep you company?” she said with a smile, directly addressing Yang Jian as the captain.

After all, she was clinging to him.

His abilities were evident to her, and he was trustworthy.

She didn’t know if Yang Jian had heard her, but the red text projected on the TV continued to jump: “The situation is very urgent. I’m in a bit of a bad state and need your help.”

"You need my help? Tell me what’s wrong—if I can help, I definitely will,” Huang Ziya said.

The characters kept flickering: “I’ve been attacked by something sinister. My head has been separated from my body, and I need you to help me put it back.”

"Huh?” Huang Ziya was immediately taken aback, before realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Yang Jian was in danger and was asking for her help.

"Where are you? I’ll come right away,” she thought for a moment, ready to spring into action immediately.

"My head is now on a street outside the Ping’an Hotel. If you are willing to help, act immediately. I have a Ghost Candle near me to ensure your safety.”

The red characters projected on the TV continued to change, displaying the next message.

Now, Yang Jian could only communicate with Huang Ziya by changing the intensity of the colors to display the characters. He couldn’t hear her speak and didn’t know what choice she would make. Yang Jian was just revealing his information and if Huang Ziya refused, he would have no choice but to seek help from someone else.

But that would take a bit more time, and he wasn’t sure if there would be enough.

Huang Ziya saw the address that appeared on the TV and realized it was nearby. She even remembered going to that street for food, so she knew the way.

"Okay, I know where that is. I’ll leave right now.”

After checking the TV and seeing no new information, she immediately set out.

As soon as she pushed open the door of her room, Huang Ziya found that the outside was not a hotel corridor at all, but rather a somewhat noisy street with many cars stuck together and quite a few panicked pedestrians apparently trapped here and unable to leave.

"The Ghost Domain altered the environment, connecting the hotel’s entrance with the doors of the shops on this street. I’ve now arrived at the place where Yang Jian met his incident.”

When Huang Ziya turned her head, she discovered that the hotel room was still behind her, yet the street and road lay before her eyes.

Such incomprehensible phenomena would only occur within the Ghost Domain.

Without much surprise, Huang Ziya identified the direction and immediately rushed towards the precise location, without hesitation or delay.

She was clear in her mind; the pedestrians on this street were still alive and well. This could prove that the real danger had not yet arrived. It was time to act boldly and she must also be fast, as this opportunity would certainly not last forever. Once a change occurred, and danger appeared, the situation would become different.

Huang Ziya’s judgment was very correct.

Indeed, this was the safest moment. Yang Jian’s headless corpse had not yet started killing, but it was almost time.

"Where is he? Where could Yang Jian be?”

As Huang Ziya ran, she observed her surroundings.

Soon, on the pedestrian path in front of her, a coagulated bloodstain stood out conspicuously. There was no one around the bloodstain; it seemed that the passersby who noticed it had intentionally avoided it.

"Found it.” Huang Ziya hurried over.

She found a red Ghost Candle scattered around the bloodstain, along with an old Eight-Tone Music Box. The music box was open, and it was unclear what was hidden inside. The dark interior was difficult to see, giving off an unsettling feeling.

But what drew the most attention was Yang Jian.

"How did it become like this?” Huang Ziya was shocked when she saw Yang Jian.

Yang Jian’s body had disappeared, with only a head split into two halves remaining. The upper half of this head still had one eerie eye, which was looking right at her.

A line of text emerged on the blood next to it.

"My body is resurrecting. Find my body quickly and piece my head back together, and I can come back to life.”

"You’re still impressive, team leader, to be alive even like this… I’ll try my best, but my powers are limited, and I may not be able to help you find your body successfully.”

Upon reading this line, Huang Ziya immediately looked around.

There were many people on the entire street, and the road was tumultuous with various cries, complaints, and voices. She couldn’t find Yang Jian’s body right away, and considering the range covered by the Ghost Domain, it seemed it wouldn’t be easy to find in a short time.

However, she did find a trail.

Following the bloodstains on the ground, Huang Ziya saw a bloodied footprint leading down the road towards the most crowded area.

Clearly, that must be where Yang Jian’s body had gone.

Huang Ziya began to act. She wasn’t afraid of the bloody Dead Man’s Head on the ground because she knew Yang Jian’s head posed no danger. Instead, Yang Jian’s body was even more terrifying. Therefore, she simply took off a coat, pieced together the two halves of the head on the ground, wrapped it up, and carried it in her hand.

"Team leader, seems like your brain has fallen out, no problem, right?”

Although Yang Jian’s head was pieced back together, it was still just simply put together, and he had not regained hearing or vision, nor could he speak.

He needed the power of Ghost Shadow to properly reattach his head.

Moreover, his current state was very special, like a consciousness parasitizing a mutilated body, not existing based on the physical body.

In other words, Yang Jian’s thoughts had become independent, and the head was just a vessel for that consciousness.

"Hurry and act, there isn’t much time.”

Another line of text appeared, showing Yang Jian’s urgency at this moment.

"It seems you can’t speak right now, team leader, but don’t hold what happened just now against me. I’m saving you here. Later on, you need to thank me and not make things difficult for me,” Huang Ziya said while she followed the blood-colored footprints with Yang Jian’s head in her hand.

As for whatever had fallen from the head, there was no longer any need to pay attention to it.