In the pitch-black hall, a dim yellow light flickered, barely illuminating a dining table.
Yang Jian, Zhang Wei, Liu Qi, Miao Xiaoshan, and Wang Shanshan sat around this table, motionless, without making the slightest sound, even restraining their breathing as much as possible.
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But at this mont, Yang Jian's eyes were locked on the figure behind Zhang Wei, which leaned out of the darkness, revealing a strange face.
Rather than calling it a person, it would be more accurate to say that this thing was likely a ghost.
Zhang Wei's breathing beca sowhat erratic; his eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but glance upwards. He could distinctly feel the icy coldness of the figure above him, without the slightest warmth, and just being near it made his skin crawl. Yet, his hand remained tightly clenched around the red axe.
The ghost maintained its bizarre posture without moving, yet its cold and unfamiliar face was always facing Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian, the ghost has not only appeared but also stands there motionless. This is a good opportunity; if we act now... we can win." .
Liu Qi was also staring at the ghost behind Zhang Wei, itching to act, with his hand gripping the Grass Rope Circle beneath the table.
He believed that by working with Yang Jian, they could definitely restrain the ghost imdiately, or even detain it.
Yang Jian did not respond but rely signaled with his eyes for Liu Qi not to act recklessly.
"I got it." Seeing this, Liu Qi could only suppress his impulse.
To have made it this far, he had to have the right insight. At this mont, Yang Jian's lack of action indicated this was not the right ti to move. After all, as a captain of the headquarters, Yang Jian could not have missed an opportunity that Liu Qi could see.
Ti passed bit by bit.
11:56, 11:57...
The ghost behind Zhang Wei remained motionless.
The scene was terrifyingly silent, with everyone on edge.
"There are only three minutes left, and I don't believe the figure behind Zhang Wei is the ghost. I believe the real ghost is still hidden within this hall and hasn't appeared." Yang Jian remained calm, with that sole thought in his mind.
He was gambling at this mont.
Because the ghost appeared too early, at 11:55, he had reason to suspect that this first ghost might be fake, intended to provoke him into action.
Of course, it's also possible that the ghost behind Zhang Wei was real.
If that's the case, it ans Yang Jian would lose the gamble, the ghost would successfully complete its transaction, silently vanish, pass through today, and rid itself of the killing pattern's restriction.
If, hypothetically, Yang Jian's judgnt was correct.
The ghost would appear in the last three minutes, also aning it would have no ti left to adjust its plan. When that mont arrived, if the ghost couldn't hide within the transaction ti or leave Yang Jian's field of vision, their action would certainly succeed.
This was the most prudent course of action; otherwise, if any mishap occurred, all their loved ones would die, and even if the ghost was eventually detained, it would still cause irreversible loss.
And Yang Jian trusted his judgnt—he refrained from acting, even in the last few minutes, despite knowing that acting now would certainly deal with the ghost behind Zhang Wei.
The ti reached 11:58 at night.
With only two minutes left before today ended.
But at that mont.
Another set of footsteps started among the people shrouded in darkness around them.
Hearing the second set of footsteps, Yang Jian knew he had won the bet.
The figure behind Zhang Wei was not the real ghost at all.
"So that's how it is." Liu Qi instantly understood too, surprised and uncertain, and looked at Yang Jian with amazent.
How did Yang Jian determine that the ghost was fake in that situation?
Was there so detail he had overlooked?
But upon careful reflection, Liu Qi could find no flaw indicating that the ghost behind Zhang Wei was fake.
The only possibility was a personal judgnt.
After the second set of footsteps appeared, it quickly closed in on the group.
"Behind ." Miao Xiaoshan's expression changed slightly, whispering.
"Don't panic, just stay calm," Yang Jian said.
In the darkness behind Miao Xiaoshan, the crowd parted to make way. A chilling figure approached, leaning over, revealing half of its body.
Likewise, a strange and cold face appeared in the dim light.
And this strange face was identical to the figure behind Zhang Wei.
"The sa?" Wang Shanshan looked around, unable to distinguish any differences between the two.
Liu Qi wanted to act again, glancing at Yang Jian, but saw that Yang Jian was still sitting there, with no intention of moving.
"Not acting yet? Only two minutes left. Wait, could it be that the second ghost might also be fake?"
After experiencing the earlier encounter, he quickly realized this second ghost might also be fake. After all, a thod that could be used once could undoubtedly be used a second ti.
But there shouldn't be enough ti left for the ghost to take such action.
Quickly.
Another developnt occurred.
The third, fourth, and fifth footsteps appeared almost simultaneously.
These three footsteps rapidly approached, appearing behind Miao Xiaoshan, Liu Qi, and Yang Jian.
At this mont, Yang Jian also sensed a cold aura from behind, a person with an icy presence standing behind him along with the footsteps, similar to the situation with Wang Shanshan and Liu Qi.
Then.
These three eerie figures also leaned forward, presenting a strange face in the dim light, identical to the person behind Miao Xiaoshan and Zhang Wei.
Ti reached eleven fifty-nine.
In the last minute, the ghost appeared before Yang Jian, but not in the way he imagined.
Five unfamiliar people, one of whom is the ghost.
There's no doubt about it.
"This is troubleso, only one minute left, who would've thought the ghost would co up with such a plan." Even Liu Qi had to weigh his options before taking action.
Because he could only target one ghost, and if he made the wrong choice, it could lead to dreadful consequences.
But the last minute left no ti for contemplation.
Yang Jian glanced at the ghosts behind everyone; he knew this was the final chance. If he acted swiftly enough, he could resolve this paranormal incident before the ghost could kill.
In an instant, he reached out with a charred Ghost Hand, grabbing the neck of the weird figure behind him at an incredible angle.
The Ghost Fla burned, enveloping it in an instant, igniting it.
Simultaneously, Yang Jian's Ghost Eye suddenly opened. This ti, he was prepared, without any complacency, and directly activated the Ghost Domain to the sixth level.
The sixth-level Ghost Domain can pause everything, including the paranormal, but the more terrifying the ghost, the less ti it can be paused.
A crimson light, as thick as blood, appeared at this mont, like a river of blood rushing in, swallowing everything in front of it.
Everyone was enveloped in the sixth-level Ghost Domain.
At this mont, everything, including Yang Jian, was at a standstill.
The only thing not paused was the Ghost Eye.
The Ghost Eye was restlessly moving, observing every anomaly within the Ghost Domain.
Within this degree of Ghost Domain, the real ghost and the fake ones were easy to distinguish.
Yang Jian imdiately locked onto the location of the real ghost.
Behind Miao Xiaoshan.
However, as Yang Jian found the real ghost, it also knew it was exposed, its little tricks couldn't escape the Ghost Eye's scrutiny.
And with only one minute left, it didn't have the ti to use others' lives to threaten Yang Jian.
It could be said that the ghost had lost its ans of restraining Yang Jian at this mont.
Reaching this predicant wasn't caused by Yang Jian but because the ghost was overly cautious. It used fake ghosts to deceive Yang Jian, using up the last bit of ti, leaving no room for adjustnts.
One would have thought that in this final minute, Yang Jian could render the ghost powerless.
However, the next occurrence left him astonished.
Within the sixth-level Ghost Domain, that ghost began to move.
It seed unaffected—no, it was affected, but its movents were rely delayed slightly. The sixth-level Ghost Domain hadn't fully paused the ghost, only slowed its actions.
The ghost slowly raised its hand and placed it on Miao Xiaoshan's head.
The cold, slightly pale hands bore nothing remarkable, but at this mont, those cold, pale hands were lethal to an ordinary person.
"Impossible, how can the ghost actually make a move to kill? Its wish wasn't fulfilled, and Miao Xiaoshan didn't have any interaction with it... Wait, the attack on Miao Xiaoshan indicates that one of her relatives made a wish to the ghost. The ghost had another trap; it had already granted her relative's wish, waiting for this mont to take Miao Xiaoshan's life."
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye shed its golden hue, turning crimson. He fixed his gaze on the scene, and the rolling water beneath his feet was unaffected by the sixth-level Ghost Domain.
An old-fashioned, rust-coated large sword slowly erged from the water.
This was Zhang Xiangguang's supernatural weapon, which he intended to use against the Wishing Ghost after discarding his spear.
"Use the five-level Ghost Domain to temporarily send Miao Xiaoshan away, then slash the Wishing Ghost into pieces with one swipe."
Yang Jian's sixth-level Ghost Domain receded, transforming into a five-level Ghost Domain.
The terrifying, suspending supernatural phenona dissipated.
At this mont, the ghost, without the influence of the sixth-level Ghost Domain, made a move to kill, but as the five-level Ghost Domain sent Miao Xiaoshan away, Yang Jian's sword had already slashed out across space.
Everything intersected within the final few seconds.
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