Mysterious Revival-Chapter 705 - 672 An Inescapable Shadow

Originally, this hand-cranked projector was just intended as a party game to alleviate the dull atmosphere of the banquet, but no one expected that Yamazaki's death scene would make the game far from ordinary.

He had been killed by a ghost in this city.

Although the exact day was unknown, it could be inferred from the timeline that it was soon.

However, what truly terrified everyone was not Yamazaki's death.

When the second man, Jin Chuan, used the hand-cranked projector, the screen also revealed his death. He was dead, with the exact same symptoms as Yamazaki; his body had collapsed to the side, and his head had detached from his neck, rolling off to the side.

The only difference was that his death scene was not on the street but in a pub, where in the scene, one could see panicked bystanders continuously leaving.

But as the scene was about to end, everyone once again saw a person in leather shoes and slacks eerily standing in a corner of the pub, motionless for a long time.

"Jin Chuan is also dead, and that ghost in the leather shoes was found near his body."

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

The same pair of leather shoes, the same trousers, it meant that it was the same ghost, the one that had killed Yamazaki and now Jin Chuan. Moreover, the scene was eerie; other than Jin Chuan's deceased body, none of the other people had died.

This ghost clearly had a specific target and was not killing indiscriminately.

If that was the case, it was terrifying.

This ghost seemed to have ignored the usual rules of ghostly killings, beginning to actively select its victims.

"Impossible, could that thing also kill me?" Jin Chuan clenched his teeth, appearing very vexed, but within this irritation was more fear and unease.

President Mishima's expression had grown serious at this moment because he felt that this death game had somewhat gone out of control. A single ghost had joined the different death scenes, altering everyone's fate.

Immediately, he said gravely, "It seems something dreadful has been foreseen. Jin Chuan, please take a seat and calm down. Fujiwara, try your luck."

Another man hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stood up, and walked toward the hand-cranked projector.

Jin Chuan returned to his seat with a troubled face.

Soon after.

The third person's death scene appeared. Terrifyingly, this man named Fujiwara met the same fate, dying inside a house, with his body sprawled on the ground and his head rolling to the side. But the house's front door was open, revealing half a leg at the entrance.

It belonged to someone in slacks and leather shoes.

The ghost had once again appeared on screen.

"Something's not right," someone muttered under their breath, clenching their fists.

The third key member of the Exorcism Club had been killed by a ghost, though only in a future scene so far. But it would soon turn into reality.

"Ishida, it's your turn..." continued President Mishima.

He wanted the game to go on, to see the fourth person's scene.

The fourth individual rose from his seat, taking Fujiwara's place, and began to use the hand-cranked projector.

His death scene appeared as well.

As expected, this man named Ishida was also dead, with a similar end as those before him, although the location had changed—he was on an airplane, his body motionless in the seat, his head rolling back and forth in the cabin, before ultimately resting at the feet of a passenger wearing leather shoes and slacks.

The footage ceased.

The ghost had been found in the death scene once again.

"Let me have a go. I don't believe the ghost can take me down too," defied someone angrily, getting up to see their own fate.

Reality was harsh.

This person was also dead.

He died in a hot spring hotel, surrounded by several female companions.

His head floated eerily on the water's surface, refusing to sink, while his body was submerged, exposing only a vague silhouette.

Behind a rock within the hot spring,

a pair of feet in leather shoes was exposed.

"How could this happen?" The person who was full of confidence until moments ago sat down in shock, eyes wide and unable to accept what had happened.

Five people.

In total, half of the people here had used the hand-cranked projector, and the results were startlingly consistent, making the implications clear.

"Interesting, President Mishima seems rather unlucky, your members being targeted by a ghost, destined to be killed one after another. But I do not believe this future is accurate. If your members dare to fight, I expect the ghost will not succeed so smoothly. Or perhaps, Yamazaki was just the beginning, the ghost completed the puzzle, which led to a gradually escalating loss of control, creating a snowball effect," said Yang Jian, raising an empty glass.

Keiko, standing beside him with her head slightly bowed, immediately poured him a full glass of juice.

"Yang Jian, what are you talking about? Are you saying all this happened because I was the first to die?" Yamazaki, upset, snapped with some anger at the moment.

President Mishima frowned.

Although what Yang Jian said was a bit unpleasant to hear, it made sense. Yamazaki might have indeed started a bad precedent, and if they could prevent Yamazaki's future from occurring, perhaps the others could be saved.

Yang Jian said with a smile, "If you want to change the future, it's quite simple. For example, if I kill you right here, the ghost's purpose can't be fulfilled through you, and do you think the subsequent events would still happen?"

As soon as he said this,

the others, who were not fools, immediately stared at Yamazaki with ill intent.

Yamazaki wanted to say something, but his mouth suddenly shut, and he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Instigation, it was definitely Yang Jian's instigation.

President Mishima also fell silent because this was indeed a method.

Sacrificing Yamazaki alone might save most of the core members, and that would be worth it.

Of course, this was just an idea, and they couldn't truly go through with it just because of a speculative remark.

"Yang Jian, don't go too far. You might also get killed by that ghost, and end up just like us," Yamazaki said, gritting his teeth. "Dare you watch your own death scene?"

"I'm certain I won't die at the hands of this ghost," Yang Jian replied very calmly, sipping his juice.

If he were to die, it would be in a transaction with the Ghost Cabinet or in some other terrifying supernatural event. There was absolutely no reason to get killed by a ghost here in such a confused manner.

"How can you be so sure without looking?" Yamazaki asked.

The others looked towards Yang Jian, their eyes filled with expectation. If there was anyone most likely to break free from the same death scene, it was undoubtedly Yang Jian.

If even Yang Jian couldn't do it, then the situation was seriously beyond imagination.

"Mister Yang, may I ask you for this favor? I am willing to privately gift Mister Yang a piece of porcelain," President Mishima pleaded.

"I wasn't interested in this to begin with, but since you all have such expectations, I will reluctantly join your death game and take the chance to shut some people up," Yang Jian said, glancing at Yamazaki.

"Thank you very much."

President Mishima bowed deeply.

He pleaded with Yang Jian not because of curiosity, but because he wanted to know if this future could be changed, not the kind that was unalterable.

Yang Jian casually passed the glass in his hand to the side, where Keiko hurriedly caught it, and then, with a calm expression, stood up and walked toward the hand-cranked projector.

While walking, he took off the glove in his hand.

The darkened palm was exposed unobscured to everyone's view.

"Is that the Ghost Hand?" everyone wondered silently as they stared.

Yang Jian's information was now quite clear; he possessed the palm of a fierce ghost. As for the specifics, they couldn't be determined clearly.

Fearing curses, Yang Jian always used the Ghost Hand to handle supernatural items. Even if there was danger, it could fend it off. He just wasn't sure whether, after using the Ghost Hand to crank that thing, any scene would appear.

Perhaps there wouldn't be the slightest disturbance.

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So, he simply went to try it with an attitude of giving it a shot.

Right then,

his darkened palm grasped the crank and turned the old machine.

"Go for it, Yang-kun," Keiko couldn't help calling out with concern.

"Woman, shut up, this is not your place to speak," Yamazaki snapped, his interest lay more in what death scene Yang Jian would show.

Keiko, frightened, shrank her neck and continued to keep her head down, not daring to speak.

However, no one else scolded Keiko; they did not want to offend Yang Jian over a woman. Who knew whether he was fond of her or not.

"Yamazaki, keep calm," President Mishima said.

"Yamazaki is quite skilled at bullying women in reality, it's just that his performance in the face of fierce ghosts is too disappointing," Yang Jian glanced at him, his gaze was cold and devoid of emotion.

Contact with the machine using the Ghost Hand didn't cause the eerie projector to fail as imagined; the scene was still presented.

It showed the death scene of Yang Jian.