In Dahai City, the confrontation between the Ghost Ship and the captains officially began at this ti.
The evil spirit descended from the Ghost Ship, attempting to provoke terrifying supernatural events in Dahai City. The captains at headquarters couldn't ignore this, so they used the Ghost Lake to blockade the entire area, creating the first line of defense, and then, together with all the captains and the top ghost wielders from headquarters, ford the second line of defense.
The two lines of defense represented the full manpower of headquarters. If the evil spirit could ignore the Ghost Lake and break through the captains' defense, it would have no shackles and could rampage freely in Dahai City.
After all, if even the captains couldn't handle the ghost, there was no one in Dahai City to deal with it.
As ti gradually passed.
The number of evil spirits breaking free from the Ghost Lake increased, and the captains at this mont could already feel imnse pressure, as the evil spirits they faced were of a high level of terror, not the kind that could be easily contained—a mistake with so of these ghosts could even lead to death.
Yang Jian was currently facing an extrely terrifying ghost.
He was now experiencing an illusion, standing in front of an old red stage. The red of this stage was dim and oppressive, appearing extraordinarily eerie. On the stage, a tall, thin evil spirit in opera costu was already singing an incomprehensible opera tune, as if performing a play for Yang Jian.
"It's impossible. Earlier, I raised the red long spear in my hand and threw it at the evil spirit. The supernatural ability of the Wishing Ghost should not affect the spear ford by this spirit, and much less affect the Coffin Nail. That spear should have been a guaranteed hit... How did I get drawn into this terrifying Illusionary Realm in an instant?"
Standing under the stage, Yang Jian couldn't move, but he wasn't impeded from thinking; at this mont, his expression was unpredictable as he rapidly analyzed the current situation in his mind.
"If my consciousness was influenced, then the Evil Hound, which resides in my mory, would have reacted by now. But I didn't hear the Evil Hound's growl, which indicates my consciousness is intact and hasn't been invaded by other supernatural forces. However, my body can't move; still, I don't feel any other supernatural assault. If I was attacked by another supernatural force, I should have felt sothing just now."
"What's happening before my eyes completely overturns my understanding of the supernatural. Indeed, so ghosts on the Ghost Ship defy common logic, which is why the King Organization believes that just one landing from the Ghost Ship can defeat us. If it weren't for the Ghost Lake reducing the number of evil spirits, even the captains could die encountering this thing amidst the chaos."
However, the evil spirit on the stage didn't stop because Yang Jian was thinking.
Although the evil spirit in opera costu continued emitting bizarre opera tunes, the makeup on its black face changed sowhat. That black face was no longer cold and rigid; rather, it had so expressions, though the expression seed extrely creepy, with even the eyebrows raised.
But this anger wasn't intimidating at all; instead, it exuded a somber feeling, making the viewer instinctively feel a chill.
"The ghost neither attacked nor influenced my consciousness, so there is only one possibility: my immobility is also an illusion, and even this illusion influenced my ghostly eye..." Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he made a very bold guess based on his condition.
He believed he could move and wasn't affected, only that he was in an illusion—nobody could see him moving even if he was.
This is like a person sitting in a car and watching the trees outside the window; after a while, they feel it's not them moving but the trees continuously retreating.
And the illusion created by the supernatural is even more terrifying; the whole world revolves around you, making you even believe you can't move from standing in one place.
"If my speculation is true and everything before is an illusion, then touch won't lie. If I'm really walking on the Ghost Lake, I should feel it, right? Or is this evil spirit's supernatural power so potent that even my sense of touch is creating an illusion?" Yang Jian felt sowhat incredulous.
If that's the case, this illusion could trap soone for a lifeti.
To verify this assumption, he tried to continue moving forward.
Although his consciousness was willing, his body still couldn't move and remained fixed in place just as before.
However, Yang Jian observed once again that ripples spread across the water surface beneath him, as if sothing was disturbing the water. When he stopped his ntal actions, the ripples disappeared again.
"Indeed, my speculation is correct; the ghost can make experience illusions but can't make the Ghost Lake create an illusion, so the ghost can't affect the ground, creating a flaw in this perfect illusion."
With his hypothesis confird, Yang Jian imdiately began taking action.
He closed his eyes, ignoring everything around, trying to find the Ghost Scissors.
As long as he used the Ghost Scissors, so curse threads would appear before him. Only he could see these threads, and they most likely wouldn't be affected by the illusion.
Following the previous thod, Yang Jian soon succeeded in using the Ghost Scissors.
Even though he hadn't moved, several threads appeared before him—all thin strands, one of which connected him to the evil spirit on the stage.
Clearly, Yang Jian was already targeted by the stage's evil spirit.
"Cutting this thread should make everything before disappear," Yang Jian's Ghost Shadow manipulated his body, trying to cut this thread representing the curse.
The opera on the stage seed to reach its final phase; the already frightening black face makeup beco even more sinister, with the skin and flesh on the face wrinkling and twisting, becoming extraordinarily terrifying, and even the entire stage began to tremble slightly.
The evil spirit, singing its strange tune, advanced towards Yang Jian.
With every step closer, Yang Jian's face seed to darken, like being soaked in ink, about to completely turn into a black face makeup, and even his clothes started changing, appearing to beco a costu.
This ghost seed intent on turning Yang Jian into a ghost in opera costu as well.
At this mont, Yang Jian felt that if the ghost stepped off the stage, he might beco the next ghost to perform opera on stage.
Nevertheless, faced with the advancing evil spirit, Yang Jian's expression remained calm, "Too slow. I've already broken the thod of this supernatural assault. It's ti for you, ghost, to disappear from my sight."
He dropped the Ghost Scissors.
The thin thread connecting him and the evil spirit snapped, and as this curse thread broke, everything before his eyes rapidly vanished.
The stage, the ghost, and even the red stage bench—all these were illusions, none real.
As the illusion disappeared, Yang Jian regained clarity before him, realizing he was still standing on the Ghost Lake, with only a slight change in position—he had walked so distance forward. However, the scene unfolding before him left him astonished once again.
A red long spear was soaring in the air, heading towards a nearby evil spirit and directly impaling it.
Wasn't that the spear he had just thrown?
"Are you kidding ?" Yang Jian's pupils contracted sharply.
Had the illusion he experienced lasted just a second outside? Or even less than a second? Thus, his attack hadn't failed; the evil spirit had assaulted him just before his attack.
But why could the Ghost Scissors be used? Why could he walk on the Ghost Lake?
He couldn't understand.
Nonetheless, this predicant already sent chills down Yang Jian's spine.
However, at this mont, this terrifying evil spirit had already been impaled by the Coffin Nail, losing its threat entirely, and its body was slowly sinking into the Ghost Lake.
Yang Jian appeared directly where the corpse was sinking. Gripping the red long spear, he didn't dare extract the Coffin Nail but opted to detach it, then dismber the evil spirit before him with the Firewood Knife—to be absolutely safe.
To ensure caution, he even dismbered the evil spirit into six pieces, trying to scatter the supernatural puzzle as much as possible, only then daring to extract the Coffin Nail.
Although the ghost in opera costu was terrifying, the Coffin Nail was a total endga for evil spirits. Ultimately, it was Yang Jian who confined it.
Watching the six pieces of the body rapidly sink into the Ghost Lake, Yang Jian's hanging heart finally relaxed.
"Now is not the ti to rest; there's another ghost surfacing,"
Subsequently, Yang Jian averted his gaze and looked again in the direction of the Ghost Ship.
On the surface of the water not far away, a dead-looking, tattered-clothed old man stood motionless on the water, staring at Yang Jian with dull, lifeless eyes.
This old man appeared abruptly, having been there for a long ti perhaps, or maybe just appearing.
Evidently, this was another high-level terrifying evil spirit, impenetrable even to the Ghost Lake.
Yang Jian didn't hesitate or complain; he hefted the red long spear and strode towards that terrifying old man. He must eliminate this evil spirit as quickly as possible, for he didn't wish to face attacks from multiple evil spirits simultaneously—dealing with them one by one imposed the least pressure, avoiding any buildup at all costs.
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