Wang Bin, carrying the corpse of Wang Shanshan, was both exhausted and frightened at this ti.
Due to the power outage, the elevator was out of service, so he had no choice but to carry the body down the stairs. However, the building was quite tall, and it would take him a considerable amount of ti to descend.
"If only I hadn't chosen to live on a high floor," Wang Bin thought.
Although that was his thought now, he had initially chosen to live on a high floor on purpose, believing that if he encountered a ghost, with so many floors, it might not be able to find his ho easily.
Of course, this idea was very wrong.
If a ghost really wanted to find him, it wouldn't matter where he lived.
On the contrary, living on the first or second floor would make it easier to escape.
But when Wang Bin reached the last three or four floors, he felt sothing was off.
There was a heavy footstep coming from the stairwell below, sothing was climbing up from downstairs.
"What?" Wang Bin was startled.
He thought he had heard wrong, but after stopping to listen carefully, he realized he hadn't misheard at all; there were indeed footsteps coming from below.
"How can this be? Who's downstairs?"
He wanted to call out and ask, but he was afraid that if he did, he wouldn't get a response and would instead invite greater terror.
At this mont, he panicked because the footsteps were getting closer, probably less than a floor away from him.
Wang Bin wanted to turn around and leave, perhaps he could avoid this thing by taking another staircase.
But just as he was about to turn back, footsteps also ca from above, sothing was also coming down.
"No, this can't be happening," Wang Bin felt despair, his body going limp.
He had a feeling that he had been targeted by those ghostly things, that he was likely to die in this building and never get out.
The way was blocked both in front and behind, and even if he wanted to leave, he didn't know where to go.
But so things wouldn't give him ti to hesitate and think.
As the footsteps approached from the last flight of stairs, Wang Bin saw a person's silhouette gradually becoming clear in the dim light of the candle he held.
"Who are you?" Wang Bin, sweating profusely and trembling, asked in a quivering voice.
However, the person downstairs didn't respond to him, continuing to move forward in silence.
Gradually, the person entered the range of the candlelight.
On a rigid body, a face as blue-black as that of a corpse was revealed.
"Ah~!"
Wang Bin scread, dropping the candle from his hands, losing his balance and falling backward.
It was indeed a ghost.
He had been targeted.
But just as he fell backward, a pair of slightly cold hands suddenly appeared behind him, steadying him.
"Why did Uncle Wang leave the comfort of his ho to seek death? And even brought Wang Shanshan along," Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out.
"Ah~!" Wang Bin scread again, his scalp tingling, his whole body like a frightened bird.
Yang Jian said, "Forget it, this isn't the place to talk. Let's switch to a more open environnt."
With a flash of red light, the three of them, along with the approaching ghost, disappeared from the stairwell.
When they reappeared, they were already on the asphalt road of the residential area.
"A third-stage ghost infant, I wonder if it can be killed. After all, it's just a derivative ghost, not a real ghost infant. There's still a possibility of completely eradicating it."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he took the initiative to approach the ghost infant with a blue-black face of a corpse in front of him.
He reached out and grabbed the ghost infant by the neck, lifting the corpse directly off the ground.
An unnatural strength.
It wasn't Yang Jian's own, but belonged to the shadow of the ghost.
The cold corpse on his neck struggled, making a clucking sound, its pitch-black eyes without pupils eerily staring at Yang Jian, seemingly trying to resist.
But Yang Jian casually flung it.
The corpse flew out, its head being forcibly removed by him.
The body and head were separated, yet still alive.
The blue-black head was still wriggling in Yang Jian's hand.
"Not difficult to deal with, but not killable," Yang Jian frowned slightly, "No, the thod is wrong."
He tried another thod, allowing the power of the ghost shadow to invade this third-stage ghost infant.
Imdiately, a pitch-black presence erged in his hand, like a dense shadow gradually covering the blue-black head.
Sothing unbelievable happened.
The head rapidly disappeared, turning into a dense blue-black mist, dissipating on the spot.
"So that's how it is. Derivative ghosts rely on the power of the ghost infant to survive. When I used the power of the ghost shadow to disperse the ghost infant's power, the derivative ghosts vanished. This is similar to ghost slaves, who can only stay in the ghost domain because the ghost domain is part of the power of fierce ghosts. Without this power to sustain them, all these lesser ghosts will disappear."
Yang Jian further understood the principles behind these ghostly things.
The real horror had always been just one.
He imdiately went to another ghost infant, captured it, and did the sa, allowing the power of the ghost shadow to invade it.
The second ghost infant turned into a black and blue haze and dissipated.
"It seems that derivative ghosts are no longer a horror to . But only in my current state would I dare to do this. If it were before, I would have to worry about the ghost shadow losing control and the fierce ghost reviving, which would be restrictive and prevent from acting freely. Not to ntion solving these two ghost infants, even dealing with one would be risky."
Yang Jian thought to himself.
He was using the power of the ghost shadow so recklessly, yet he didn't feel it would revive.
It seems that what is ant by perfect control is this.
Using one's own will to replace the will of the fierce ghost, directly controlling a ghost for one's own use.
But this thod is too extre, and the success rate is very low."Since I've mastered the thod, all the ghosts in this neighborhood, co to ." Yang Jian's gaze sharpened as he imdiately controlled the ghost domain to bring over all the ghost infants from the entire neighborhood.
The next mont, a red light flashed.
Suddenly, dozens of eerie, rigid figures appeared out of thin air.
There were ghost infants from the first to the third stage, but the fourth-stage ghost infants did not appear in the neighborhood.
"Co here," Yang Jian said indifferently.
The third-stage ghost infants, upon hearing his voice, imdiately chose to attack and moved towards him, their movents slow and stiff. To ordinary people, an attack from these beings ant certain death, as no one could escape the pursuit of a ghost infant. Once you t the conditions, they would follow you like a curse, relentlessly, until they killed you.
However, when these terrifying ghost infants ca into contact with Yang Jian, it was not he who died, but them.
The power of the ghost shadows eroded them, and all these derived ghost infants began to dissipate.
Turning into clusters of dark green miasma.
In just a few minutes, Yang Jian had eradicated all the ghosts.
At this mont, he was more terrifying than the malevolent spirits.
Looking at the now empty space before him, Yang Jian had cleared the entire Guanjiang neighborhood of malevolent spirits. If no other ghosts from different places ca over, it would be safe for a while.
"But this is only a temporary solution, not addressing the root cause. There are as many derived ghost infants in Dachang City as one could want. I can't afford to waste my energy on this. Once the real ghost is dealt with, and the gloom over Dachang City dissipates, these ghosts will also vanish."
He thought about sweeping through like this, but he chose to give up.
He decided to go and settle the score with the source ghost.
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