Zhang Lei heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that his previous preparations had been correct. Bringing Yang Jian, the one with the Ghost Eye, had truly been like purchasing a life-saving insurance policy. If it hadn’t been for Yang Jian’s presence, he would’ve died just now. It didn’t matter whether he would have drowned alive in this pooling water or died due to the resurgence of a vicious ghost.
"Is this the capability of a top ghost controller? Effortlessly dealing with so many corpses, if it were , I simply couldn’t withstand it. He faced so many supernatural occurrences all at once without any risk of a ghost resurgence?"
Fear and awe filled his heart.
For a typical spirit manipulator, they could at most deal with one corpse at a ti. If they did it several tis, their own body would likely give out under the strain and die, but the real ghosts would still be unscathed.
Yet Yang Jian seed to have overco this issue, solving so many corpses in one breath without any problem. It was unbelievable, far surpassing other ghost controllers, possessing a massive advantage.
Zhang Lei then felt a surge of envy. If he could do the sa, he wouldn’t be in such a wretched state.
But, before he could catch his breath, a sudden change occurred.
The half-closed door to Lin Shan’s room slowly opened.
"Damn it."
Zhang Lei’s stiff expression turned sowhat horrific as he quickly struggled to his feet, ready to face whatever danger was to co next.
As the door swung fully open, a strange person stood in the dim doorway, unmoving.
This person was soaked through, with water constantly seeping from his body, as if he was a source. The water never seed to stop flowing. His skin was pale and colorless due to excessive soaking, and his flesh was so swollen that his legs were nearly bursting, even his neck ballooned into a round shape; he had completely transford, no longer resembling a human figure.
And yet, such a person was still able to stand and move.
"Is it... a ghost?" Yang Jian couldn’t quite determine what Lin Shan’s condition was at the mont.
"Why did you save this man?" The bloated, deford Lin Shan managed to open his mouth slightly, issuing a weird sound.
He was still not dead.
The ergence of this sentence surprised Yang Jian, who was on high alert.
Even in such a state, there hadn’t been a resurgence of a vicious ghost.
"Is he in so sort of extre condition?" Yang Jian guessed inwardly.
If Lin Shan still had his consciousness, it wouldn’t last long. He had seen this kind of situation before, on the brink of a ghost resurgence, but the ghost inside the body had not yet fully awakened to take over the consciousness.
Under this condition, a spirit manipulator could use the capabilities of a vicious ghost to the fullest. But conversely, after reaching the limit, death was certain.
However, such an extre state could only be achieved if one controlled at least two ghosts, or if soone else helped suppress them. Otherwise, the limit would be incredibly brief, definitely not more than a minute.
But this Lin Shan seed to be an exception.
Yang Jian did not delve into this problem, he only knew that the current state of Lin Shan was very dangerous, dangerous to the extent that he must be dealt with imdiately, otherwise, once the ghost erged, it would be an entirely different situation.
"Good, you’re not dead. This will save a lot of trouble." A cold smile crossed his lips.
"You, why did you save him?" Lin Shan’s consciousness seed unclear, and he struggled to speak.
Yang Jian walked toward him, "No reason, I just felt like saving him. It’s none of your business. Lin Shan, you can’t keep up this appearance for long. Although this is our first eting, unfortunately, I have to deal with you imdiately. Otherwise, you would cause great trouble. Of course, I have no intention of convincing you to surrender peacefully."
"But as a human, in your last monts in this world, I think you could leave so last words instead of confronting here, because even if you tried to fight , you wouldn’t stand a chance." ꞦἈＮꝋʙĘs
The already grotesquely swollen Lin Shan continued to make strange noises as he questioned, "If you saved him, why didn’t you save ? Why not , why not?"
The voice was filled with intense emotional turmoil, akin to the roar of soone driven insane.
"Yang Jian, I know you want to avoid suspicion, which is why you haven’t taken imdiate action. But the headquarters has decided that he must be dealt with," Shen Liang’s voice ca through the satellite-tracked phone.
It was clear from the previous conversation that Lin Shan was beyond saving, and after killing so many people, the headquarters wouldn’t waste resources on a murderer. Of course, the most important thing was that Lin Shan almost killed Zhang Lei.
This indicated a total ntal collapse with no room for rcy left.
If they didn’t execute him, what would the surviving Zhang Lei think?
This was ironclad law, none of the spirit manipulators could defy it.
It was precisely because of this principle that Yang Jian had been able to kill Wang Xiaoming’s brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, in broad daylight without any complaint from the headquarters, regardless of the rits Wang Xiaoming held.
Because if this rule is broken, then the entire headquarters, all the ghost-hunters, will have problems.
"It’s... Shen Liang, Captain Shen? Aren’t you going to save ? Didn’t you say you would save , didn’t you? You clearly promised to save , you promised ..."
Lin Shan’s strange voice carried a hint of sobbing, as if he was crying.
But he was so swollen that, oozing water from all over, his tears couldn’t be seen.
"Yang Jian, make your move quickly, we absolutely can’t let him die from the ghost’s revival." Shen Liang urged anxiously.
"No need to rush, I’ll take care of him."
Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly as he looked straight at Lin Shan not far away.
"You won’t save , Shen Liang won’t save ... Fine then, I’ll kill all of you, all of you... starting with you."
Lin Shan’s hoarse voice growled as his bloated skin began to crack open.
Like a broken water barrel, a large amount of foul-slling water gushed out from the cracks, murky beyond asure, hinting at sothing that was about to be swept out. The air around it beca even more humid, as if just inhaling would feel like drinking down a big glass of water. If one stayed a mont longer, this place would likely be completely subrged. Explore more stories at
However, the next mont.
Yang Jian vanished abruptly from his spot, mysteriously appearing behind Lin Shan.
Out of nowhere, several coils of an old, worn rope had wound around his body, trapping him completely.
"Kill ? You’re not worthy?" Yang Jian’s eyes were cold, and then he kicked out fiercely.
The disfigured Lin Shan’s bloated body imdiately flew backwards, and although one might have expected him to crash into the wall behind, the wall had mysteriously disappeared.
His consciousness intact, he now showed terror and panic.
This was the eighteenth floor, after all.
"Whoo!"
With the howling wind in his ears, Lin Shan plumted down from this floor.
Yang Jian stood at the edge of the wall, looking down indifferently at Lin Shan falling.
"If he falls to his death, won’t that be an early revival of the fierce ghost?" Zhang Lei asked anxiously.
"He was about to die anyway. If he revives here, the situation would favor the ghost. There’s water everywhere, corpses floating all around, and since this is a high-rise building, it’s hard for others to provide support. So, the best thod is to take him away while he’s still alive, to ensure that even if he revives, we can handle it."
"Besides, I’ve taken so ergency asures to prevent losing control."
He wanted to test whether the Ghost Rope could contain this ghost.
In the past, he’d only use the Ghost Rope to hang, and never had the chance to try this application.
He had wanted to try it in Z City, but he didn’t dare to ss with the ghost in that hotel, fearing he might be killed. However, this about-to-revive ghost was an ideal test subject, not dangerous and with observable effects.
With this thought, Yang Jian took a step forward and leapt from the eighteenth floor.
"Hm?"
Zhang Lei’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Yang Jian also jump down.
This was no joke.
That could be a deadly fall.
He hurried over, wanting to see what was happening.
But the night wind blew fiercely, almost sweeping him out, scaring Zhang Lei into hastily retreating several steps.
He wasn’t the kind of ghost-hunter who couldn’t die from a fall, and if he were to fall, he’d certainly die with utmost clarity.
"Hurry down and see." He turned quickly, intending to take the elevator to the first floor.
After all, he had taken on this mission and couldn’t just ignore it. If the fierce ghost revived and containnt failed, he’d have to step in.
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