Yang Jian himself did not expect that an encounter with a supernatural event here would be linked to so past events, given the odds were too small since this ghost ca from the Ghost Ship and wasn’t originally here.
But now is not the ti to think about that.
Because the ghost is yet to be confined.
Even though it is nailed with a Coffin Nail, the surrounding supernatural phenona remain, and the danger is not over.
Yang Jian is currently staring at the body pierced by the Coffin Nail in front of him. He notices that after being nailed, the body starts leaking black liquid continuously, and as ti passes, the seeping liquid increases, and the entire body begins to lt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The black liquid spreads throughout the room, and the stench of the corpse in the air becos increasingly strong.
Only monts later.
The whole body has completely lted, leaving just a red spear standing in place.
And after spreading, the black liquid gradually seeps into the ground, as if rging with the room.
After these anomalies disappear, strange noises arise in the room, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Yang Jian’s face tenses, he draws out the red spear, then looks toward the direction of the room.
As expected.
With the appearance of the footsteps, a cold shadow wanders out. However, this shadow is no longer wet. The lake water on the cold body has completely vanished, indicating that the newly appeared ghost is not the sa as the one that lted after being nailed.
The ghost cos to the living room.
Only a few ters away from Yang Jian.
But the ghost still does not attack Yang Jian and rely stands there motionlessly, as if waiting for Yang Jian to trigger the killing pattern.
At this mont, Yang Jian does not rush to act because he knows that even if he pins this second ghost, the outco will be the sa as before—the corpse lts, a new ghost appears again... Therefore, he does not want to do this aningless thing; he tries to observe the situation, discern the pattern, and stop the ghost from repeatedly appearing.
Only this way can he resolve this supernatural event.
"Every ti the ghost appears, it starts from that room," Yang Jian shifts his gaze from the fierce ghost to that room.
Yet he does not act.
Because in the face of such a situation, he suddenly feels a sense of dj vu.
Where has he seen it?
That’s right.
Yang Jian rembers seeing such a supernatural phenonon at the Caesar Hotel, where a group of people trapped in the hotel were cursed; every ti they died, they would return to their room, lose mory, and resurrect anew. Moreover, after resurrection, they could never leave the Caesar Hotel; once they did, they’d die instantly, then co back to life from their room once more.
Round and round, endlessly, they themselves have no idea how many tis they’ve died and resurrected.
"There’s no identical ghost in this world, nor an exactly the sa supernatural. If this ghost’s supernatural is the sa as the Caesar Hotel’s, there’s only one possibility: the cousin managed to escape from the Caesar Hotel. However, whether it’s as I suspect still needs to be verified."
Thinking of this, Yang Jian did not hesitate and took large strides toward the room.
The ghost still stands motionless in the living room without attacking Yang Jian.
This way, Yang Jian smoothly steps into the room by passing by the fierce ghost.
Yang Jian rembers how the curse at the Caesar Hotel ford; the curse originated from a tombstone that bore the na of the cursed person, with the cursed person’s corpse buried underneath. As long as it was like this, the cursed individual would resurrect near that tombstone no matter how many tis they died.
But in the room before him, there exists no tombstone bearing a na.
It seems his earlier deduction was sowhat wrong.
"A tombstone is rely an object that carries the supernatural; it can be a tombstone, or it can be sothing else..." Yang Jian continues to search, yet he still finds nothing.
However, at this mont, footsteps are heard again in the living room.
The ghost moves once more.
But this ti, it is not heading toward Yang Jian in the room; the footsteps grow more distant until, finally, the ghost leaves here, seemingly going elsewhere in the building.
If he’s not mistaken, just at this mont, so unlucky fellow triggered the ghost’s killing pattern and got targeted by the ghost, causing such change.
"Go have a look; perhaps I can understand this fierce ghost’s killing pattern."
After hesitating for a mont, Yang Jian decides to follow, for he not only wants to figure out the killing pattern but also to understand the ghost’s killing thod and supernatural power. Perhaps, in the end, he can use this information to deduce what the source of the ghost might be.
Quickly leaving the room, pursuing the direction in which the ghost left.
Very soon.
Yang Jian discovers the ghost stops in front of a large door.
It is a household.
However, the door is tightly closed.
Even though supernatural interference is intense and the view from the ghost eye distorts, Yang Jian could guess that behind this door is definitely hiding a live person; it’s just unknown what unfortunate thing that person did to attract the nearby ghost over.
The cold and fierce ghost slowly raised its rigid palm.
Just a touch to the door, and the door’s appearance changes dramatically in an instant; a modern door transforms into an old iron door, like it has suddenly circled back to the 70s or 80s.
The supernatural is eroding here, forcibly altering everything inside the room.
In less than a minute, everything beca unfamiliar.
Yang Jian recognized the look of this room, exactly the sa as before. Obviously, the room he stayed in just now was originally a normal house, but it turned old due to the arrival of the Ghost Shadow, and now it would repeat what happened before.
The only difference was that the person hiding in the room was not dead yet.
Creak!
The ghost slowly pushed open the old iron door.
The sound instantly filled the people in the room with fear, quickly followed by a frightened and suppressed scream.
From the sound, it seed to be a woman, and she was intentionally covering her mouth to avoid making a sound, but the strange door-opening sound had pushed her fear to the brink, releasing the scream.
"The sound is not why the Ghost Shadow targets soone, it must be so other factor." Yang Jian stood behind the ghost at this mont and was still unhard.
The ghost slowly entered.
As it entered, the old iron door slamd shut.
From this mont, the room was completely sealed off supernaturally. Although the doors and windows remained, an ordinary person couldn’t possibly escape through them unless a ghost wielder used Supernatural Power to break through.
The familiar living room.
Faded celebrity posters, an old black-and-white TV, a sofa covered with a gray cloth... Yang Jian felt as if he had walked in a circle and returned to the previous place.
The ghost moved towards the bedroom.
In the room, a woman was desperately curled up in the corner. She now understood what had entered the room.
But even in utter terror, so instinct kept her eyes glued to the room.
Because this was the last line of defense.
She pleaded, hoping the ghost would not co in, would not target her, praying it had entered the wrong place and would turn back and leave.
However, no matter how she pleaded, the footsteps outside the door grew closer.
The once tightly locked bedroom door had, due to the changes in the house, beco an ordinary wooden door.
The wooden door had no lock, and only needed a gentle push to creak open.
"Mmh."
The woman covered her mouth tightly, suppressing her terrified scream, but the tension overtook her body, seemingly freezing her into numbness, even halting her consciousness for a mont.
Because she saw the most unforgettable horror of her lifeti.
A seemingly long-dead, cold body, with disheveled hair, reeking of decay entered as soon as the door opened, and she could even sll the stench of a corpse.
The ghost entered the room.
At this mont, strange black liquid began seeping from the walls and ceiling of the room.
The liquid gradually covered everything in the room, seemingly intent on engulfing the woman as well.
The woman could not resist; she could only watch, her eyes wide, as terror and despair consud her.
But at that mont, Yang Jian, who had been observing for a while, took action.
A red spear struck from behind, piercing through the ghost’s body again.
A loud crash.
The pierced ghost froze, and the black liquid seeping from the walls vanished at that mont.
Yet Yang Jian knew this state would not last long; once the body dissolved, a new ghost would appear, and the supernatural incidents would recur.
"Let see what you did to be targeted by this ghost." Yang Jian looked at the terrified woman.
He had no ti to wait for her to calm down and had no interest in asking.
A black Ghost Shadow directly covered her.
He intended to retrieve the woman’s mories to understand what she did.
Soon.
The woman’s mories were obtained by Yang Jian.
By comparing tis, Yang Jian discovered that when the ghost acted, the woman had rely walked from her bed to the living room to get a bottle of water.
Clearly, drinking water was not what triggered the murder.
It was the mont she got off the bed, as the ghost reacted and started moving.
"I see, when this woman got off the bed, she was barefoot... that’s why she was targeted, and I wasn’t because I had shoes on. No, it’s not just foot contact; maybe other body contacts count too."
Yang Jian imdiately understood.
The entire building was covered by the supernatural, and anyone who made body contact with it would be targeted by the ghost.
But contacting furniture didn’t count; it had to be contact with walls or floors.
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