Chapter 371: 370 New Balance
Forcibly piecing together the two ghosts within Feng Quan’s body to achieve a new balance.
Truthfully, Yang Jian was not confident in this endeavor. A necromancer controlling two ghosts is an extrely dangerous affair—once a mutual suppression situation is reached, it would require the necromancer himself to slowly adjust, effectively prolonging the ti for the fierce ghosts to revive.
This kind of adjustnt is not long-lasting. Over ti, the two ghosts would still continuously revive, until one day the balance is broken and the necromancer dies from the ghostly revival.
Feng Quan was currently facing a situation where the balance was being broken—it was uncertain whether he could suppress the two ghosts within his body.
So, Yang Jian waited, while also making a backup plan.
If Feng Quan couldn’t return to normal, Yang Jian would restrain him here and then lock him up, absolutely not allowing the two ghosts in his body to escape.
However, Feng Quan’s current state could not be considered good.
Grave Soil continuously erged from his body, and dense fog enveloped the surroundings, dissipating at tis, then condensing again.
The power of the two ghosts affected everything around them.
The new balance had not yet ford.
Feng Quan was in unbearable pain, struggling on the ground. He was succumbing to death, yet he could not die because the full outbreak of the ghostly revival had not yet happened. So supernatural force was maintaining his life, letting him continue to exist in an unbelievable state.
But this situation would not last long.
Once one of the ghosts in his body took the upper hand, he would soon die here.
"All the hard work, finally managed to change Feng Quan’s mory, it would truly be a pity if he died here,” Yang Jian thought to himself.
He didn’t have any particular affection for Feng Quan; he rely hoped for an extra helping hand in the future.
In an era of frequent supernatural incidents, Yang Jian was not sure he could survive every encounter. He felt that if he had a few teammates, it would be much easier to deal with supernatural events in the future. However, most other necromancers harbored ill intentions, and those who could be trusted were very few. If Feng Quan could survive this ordeal, Yang Jian would have an extrely trustworthy person in the future.
Even if such trust was obtained through so underhanded thods.
Yet for the sake of survival, Yang Jian didn’t feel like he had done anything wrong.
"Feng Quan, can you hold on?” Yang Jian asked tentatively.
"The Grave Soil revival is worse than I imagined, and the Ghost Fog is a bit overwhelming Feng Quan suppressed his pain, clenched his teeth, and said, “I can only try my best. If I fail, don’t hesitate later, just confine . You absolutely can’t let the two ghosts loose in Z city.” ᚱ₳ΝỖ฿ÈⱾ
"Don’t imagine the situation to be so dire, I believe you can handle it,” Yang Jian comforted him.
Of course, he was also ready to restrain Feng Quan at any mont.
However, as ti ticked away.
The Ghost Fog inside Feng Quan’s body could not achieve a new balance as he had said. It was gradually retreating; more and more Grave Soil was erging from his body.
The dark brown mud covering him seed as if it was about to form a new grave mound.
"This will lead to his failure,” Yang Jian felt a shift in his gaze; Feng Quan’s condition was getting worse.
Continuing like this, he would certainly die from the ghostly revival.
The two ghosts could no longer achieve a new balance.
After all, the Grave Soil had completely revived; it was only suppressed by Yang Jian’s Headless Ghost Shadow, whereas the Ghost Fog was still only partly revived. The levels of terror between the two ghosts had beco unequal.
"Unless a third party joins, suppressing the revival of Grave Soil, allowing Feng Quan to switch from controlling two ghosts to controlling three, achieving a new balance,” Yang Jian thought to himself.
But then he shook his head, deeming this solution unfeasible.
The difficulty of controlling three ghosts was even greater, plus where could he find a third ghost now for Feng Quan to control.
Yang Jian’s gaze flickered as he pondered other thods that could help Feng Quan.
After all, the Feng Quan before him was a product of his own making; his death here would be too great a loss for Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian, quick, I can’t hold on much longer, act now, restrain Feng Quan, struggling in agony, suddenly opened his eyes wide. His eyes were no longer human; the eye sockets were stuffed full of dark brown mud, no longer showing the flesh and blood that humans should have.
His body was gradually being covered by Grave Soil.
The Ghost Fog, which had previously enveloped the surroundings, had completely vanished.
The Mist Ghost was without a doubt restrained by the Grave Soil, buried within it, without any chance to resist.
"With my Headless Ghost Shadow, I can help Feng Quan regain balance, but it’s not very aningful because my Headless Ghost Shadow can’t be in Feng Quan’s body forever to help him suppress the ghostly revival,” Yang Jian realized, seeing him like this and feeling the impending failure.
But as his mind raced, he thought of a very special thod.
Perhaps it could help Feng Quan.
"We’re not out of options yet. I’ll make one last attempt. If this fails, then I’ll have no choice but to zip you into a body bag,” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted as he took out a white candle from his equipnt.
This was also a Ghost Candle.
Unlike the red Ghost Candle, however, this one was used to summon ghosts.
"You should know what this is. It can attract ghosts in the vicinity. I’ll light this candle beside your body, and if all goes well, it should draw out so of the fierce ghost power within you. You must then take this opportunity to regain control of the two ghosts and restore balance. But the Ghost Candle won’t last long, and I’m worried it might attract other supernatural entities from around here, so you must seize the mont.”
Without delay, he lit the Ghost Candle and placed it next to Feng Quan, who was about to beco a grave mound.
The white Ghost Candle burned with a black fla.
Imdiately, the surroundings turned into a murky gray, even blocking out the light.
An inexplicable and cryptic atmosphere pervaded the area.
The effect of the white Ghost Candle was astonishing. Almost instantly, the Grave Soil covering Feng Quan’s body began to move towards the candle as if alive.
The ghosts in the Grave Soil were drawn to the Ghost Candle.
The body of Feng Quan, buried under the Grave Soil, gradually regained its form as he re-erged from the mound, and his suffering quickly diminished.
But this improvent wouldn’t last.
While the Grave Soil could be attracted, so could the Ghost Fog, and the reason there was no movent from the Ghost Fog yet was that it was being suppressed by the Grave Soil.
But this suppression would soon co to an end.
And at the instant the suppression ended, there would be a mont when the two ghosts in Feng Quan’s body balanced out.
This was Feng Quan’s only chance to seize.
Very quickly.
About two minutes passed.
All the Grave Soil on Feng Quan’s body had transferred next to the white Ghost Candle, forming a new mound there.
A portion of the fierce ghost’s power left Feng Quan’s body.
However, this departure was not necessarily a good thing, as if the ghost completely left Feng Quan, his current physical condition would surely lead to death — he needed the ghost inside him to keep alive.
A mont later.
Feng Quan, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sat up. In this instant, he balanced the forces of the Ghost Fog and the Grave Soil and regained the ability to move.
"Brother Tui, hurry,” Feng Quan’s expression changed drastically as he urged.
Yang Jian certainly understood what Feng Quan ant. He imdiately blew out the white Ghost Candle, ending the attraction.
But as soon as the Ghost Candle was extinguished, the newly-ford Grave Soil began to surge back towards Feng Quan’s body.
"It seems we have to sacrifice this portion of the Grave Soil to restore your balance,” Yang Jian stepped forward, the Ghost Shadow casting over, and cut off the path of the Grave Soil returning.
Yet the remaining Grave Soil still ford a small mound, with dark brown dirt gradually seeping fresh blood from within.
This was an unfathomable eeriness.
After all, what Yang Jian had done was too extre, having split a near-reviving complete ghost.
"How are things now?” Yang Jian asked.
"Better, much better. I feel like I’ve returned to my previous state. The issue of the fierce ghost’s revival seems to have been resolved. Brother Tui, your thod was amazing. Using the white Ghost Candle to draw out so of the ghost from my body helped regain balance,” Feng Quan said excitedly.
"That’s good. Since you’ve survived, this thing is useless now. I’ll contain it,” Yang Jian said, looking at the pile of separated Grave Soil, and without hesitation, he put it in a body bag.
The specially made body bag was crafted from gold. Once the Grave Soil was inside, even if there were any eerie occurrences, as long as it didn’t co out, there would be no trouble.
"Done.”
After completing this, Yang Jian also breathed a sigh of relief.
After being so busy for so long, there was finally so payoff. With Feng Quan’s issue resolved, he could move on to the next steps more smoothly.
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