Wei Jing, who had lost control, had now completely exited the gates of Ping’an Technology Experintal Base, and he now stood on the asphalt outside.
At the mont, there was a light rain falling from the sky, making the surroundings damp and cold.
But after Wei Jing appeared, the environnt beca even more eerie, as if the light around him began to vanish, with a layer of darkness erging and enveloping the vicinity. This darkness was so thick and heavy that it almost seed tangible.
This was Wei Jing’s Ghost Domain.
It was also the Ghost Envoy’s Ghost Domain.
However, as a part of the Ghost Envoys, Wei Jing’s Ghost Domain wasn’t complete, and the area it covered wasn’t very large.
Though the range wasn’t vast, Wei Jing’s Ghost Domain was still terrifying. Yang Jian’s three-layer Ghost Domain couldn’t penetrate it, only the fourth layer could match it, and only by initiating the fifth layer could one counter-invade. Such a situation was incredibly despairing for the vast majority of ghost tars.
There was a reason why a group of people got trapped and nearly died inside when they went to deal with the Ghost Envoy incident.
However, as Wei Jing’s Ghost Domain spread, Yang Jian’s figure appeared at the other end of the road, leaving the building to stop the out-of-control Wei Jing.
For safety, he brought the Ghost Child with him.
The belly-swollen Ghost Child seed as if it had eaten its fill, its pair of red eyes curiously observing everything around it like an extension of a ghost’s eyes. Beyond that, the Dead Man’s Head in its hands looked even more dangerous.
The head, clearly in a highly rotten state, still showed signs of activity.
The dull, white eyes were peering out, causing a chilling fear.
"It really has no consciousness left,” Yang Jian observed, seeing no trace of a living person on Wei Jing’s dead face.
Numb, cold, like a walking corpse.
"Although it has no consciousness, it didn’t attack proactively, and it didn’t attack Wang Xiaoming before either. This state is peculiar—it doesn’t seem like a ghost, nor does it seem human…”
Like Wang Xiaoming had observed before, Yang Jian made a judgnt as well.
He believed that the ghost’s killing patterns had temporarily failed to apply to the out-of-control Wei Jing.
Since there was no pattern, Yang Jian decided to confront him directly.
"Have the Dead Man’s Head keep an eye on Wei Jing,” Yang Jian ordered the Ghost Child.
This was the most conservative confrontation. The Dead Man’s Head, although a ghost, was a very special entity. Although highly dangerous, it could be used in hand, and felt like this thing was well-suited to beco a paranormal object, like binoculars, double-barreled shotguns… aiming at a person would kill them, and aiming at ghosts could create suppression.
The rotting Dead Man’s Head in the hands of the Ghost Child adjusted its direction, and those grayish-white eyes now fixated on Wei Jing.
Suppression occurred.
The Ghost Domain around Wei Jing was impacted, and the oppressive black darkness began to slowly recede. Although the process was slow, the effect was already quite noticeable.
"It works… but the suppression isn’t enough,” Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly.
Relying on a rotting Dead Man’s Head could only suppress Wei Jing’s Ghost Domain, but he was still moving, still coming this way, which made what was happening quite apparent.
The level of danger Wei Jing posed was extrely high.
Setting aside his range of influence, his level of danger had reached at least an A rating, which was the sa category as the Door Knocking Ghost incident.
"Wang Xiaoming asked to save Wei Jing, not to kill him, which is sowhat difficult for , because so matters are hard to gauge,” Yang Jian said, glancing behind him.
At so point, a tall, headless shadow had appeared behind him.
Moving around like a living person, the Headless Ghost Shadow started walking toward Wei Jing.
With the rotting Dead Man’s Head and the suppression from the Headless Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian thought this should be enough.
But, the appearance of the Headless Ghost Shadow seed to have alerted Wei Jing; he stopped in his tracks, his vacant eyes looking at the advancing Ghost Shadow, showing an incomprehensible change. This change provoked Wei Jing to counterattack; stiffly, he reached for the darkened ancient straw rope tied around his waist.
Ghost Rope!
This was a ghost, as well as a terrifying paranormal object, and it had already resurrected.
The reason it hadn’t been causing any disturbances was that it had always been suppressed by Wei Jing, so it hadn’t shown any activity.
Now.
Wei Jing let go of the Ghost Rope, releasing it from his control, and it fell to the ground.
"If you won’t take it, I’ll snatch it back,” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted, and the target of the Ghost Shadow’s attack changed. He wanted to take back the Ghost Rope.
This rope was originally stolen from him by the Ghost Envoy. Later, Wei Jing mysteriously resurrected and brought it back from the Ghost Envoy, so Yang Jian had no objections to its ownership.
After all, Wei Jing had managed to retrieve it with his skills, and Yang Jian did not have the nerve to step forward and claim it as his own.
But now it was different, Wei Jing had lost control.
The Headless Ghost Shadow’s arm, ford from shadow, lifted, seemingly reaching to grab the grass rope.
Ghost Shadow versus Ghost Rope, this scene had occurred before. The Ghost Shadow had won that ti, for a simple reason: the rope that could hang a person to death could not hang a headless Ghost Shadow.
However, the next mont.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Before the Ghost Shadow even touched the grass rope, the black Ghost Rope instantly wrapped around the Ghost Shadow, binding it tightly.
The Headless Ghost Shadow struggled, but it couldn’t break free. This rope could even bind a shadow without a body, let alone a person, who would have been instantly strangled to death, leaving a twisted corpse.
"The Ghost Rope has undergone so kind of change I’m unaware of,” Yang Jian muttered gravely.
This rope was sowhat different from before.
But the revival of the Ghost Rope continued.
In the dim sky, bizarre grass ropes began to hang down one after another, covering a small area but densely clustered together. These ropes started to converge towards Yang Jian, attempting to attack him.
A rope ca too close, landing on Yang Jian’s shoulder and instantly wrapping around his neck, then trying to hoist him up.
Yang Jian’s expression remained unchanged. He reached out to grab the Ghost Rope but had not yet used any force.
The Ghost Rope that should have been incredibly strong snapped instantly, turning to black powder in his hand, which the wind blew away without a trace.
And that’s not all.
On each of these drifting grass ropes hung a blackened hand, where the ghostly force of the Ghost Hand chose to confront these extending ropes.
The ropes kept breaking one after another, fragnting and then dissipating without a trace.
The bizarre grass ropes hanging down from the sky had just started to recover and had not yet killed a single person before they began to retreat.
"My Ghost Hand has also acquired a part of the Ghost Envoy’s jigsaw, and this suppression surpasses the Ghost Rope,” Yang Jian said as he both fought and tested, coming to a conclusion as he looked at his darkened palm.
Then he turned his attention to the Headless Ghost Shadow.
At that mont, a real black hand appeared on the arm-shaped shadow of the Headless Ghost Shadow. This black hand grabbed the Ghost Rope, attempting to restrain it.
The Ghost Rope loosened, and the Headless Ghost Shadow struggled to break free from control.
The suppression was present, but the effect was not significant.
"Derived Ghost Hands cannot suppress the true Ghost Rope, which is the source. Although it’s effective, to take this Ghost Rope, I need to do it myself,” Yang Jian thought to himself, having made a rough judgnt.
"If that’s the case, then there’s no need to bother with the Ghost Rope; suppressing Wei Jing directly is a better option. Since my Ghost Shadow is trapped, his Ghost Rope is useless.”
The next mont, Yang Jian activated the fourth layer of the Ghost Domain.
With the rotten Dead Man’s Head suppressing Wei Jing, his fourth layer of Ghost Domain was more than sufficient.
Yang Jian vanished from the spot and appeared behind Wei Jing, grabbing his arm. The eerie force of the black Ghost Hand focused entirely on Wei Jing, with nothing else to share the burden.
"Is the suppression successful?”
Yang Jian felt that Wei Jing seed to have stopped moving as if he was frozen in place.
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