Yang Jian had forcefully kept Li Yang and Jimmy with him in order to determine which one of them the following ghost was after.
Now was not the ti to play the hero, but for soone to pay the price. Hoping to get out alive from the ghost drawing without a hitch was obviously impossible because as long as the target wasn't dead, the ghost would not stop its actions.
So far, Yang Jian had never witnessed a ghost voluntarily abandon its target; one had to suffer at least one attack from the ghost no matter what.
And that one attack was the most dangerous; ordinary people would undoubtedly die, but ghost masters might not necessarily. If they could hold out, they could survive.,
"It's coming."
At this mont, Yang Jian's expression beca stern.
The ghost, standing in the middle of the road with its blurred facial features, was already walking towards the three of them. The manner in which it moved was eerie; despite the walking motion not being quick, the distance between the ghost and the people was rapidly closing as though a cara lens was zooming in without their control.
Everyone could only passively wait for the arrival of the ghost.
"Mister Yang, do you hear footsteps?" However, Li Yang, who stood beside the road, suddenly looked at Yang Jian with panic.
He asked out of doubt, yet his unease was intensely palpable.
As a survivor who had lived here for several months, he had so close encounters with ghosts and each appearance of this particular ghost had been silent. But this ti was different—frightening and bizarre footsteps actually erged beneath this ghost's feet, a sound that was not unfamiliar to him.
He had heard it before on the wooden staircase inside that building; it belonged to another sort of unknown supernatural phenonon.
Without Li Yang's reminder, Yang Jian also heard it.
Tap tap!
The ghost's feet produced a rapid series of footsteps, a sound so peculiar it didn't match the ghost's slow walking movents and was incongruent.
This abnormal sound wasn't important at the mont.
What mattered was that once the ghost got close, soone would endure two attacks at once—one being the eerie footsteps and the other from the ghost drawing itself.
If both attacks landed on one person at the sa ti, Yang Jian felt that there may not be a ghost master in the world who could withstand it; even using a death-substitute doll might still result in death.,
Because using just one death-substitute doll might not be enough; two may be necessary.
"The danger of the ghost drawing is really starting to show now. Maybe the level of danger posed by the ghost drawing wasn't enough before, and only the peril of the Ghost Domain was sowhat greater. Now it seems... an unsolvable Ghost Domain combined with the ghost's attack, plus the ability to restart, is well-deserving of an S-level supernatural event."
At this mont, even Yang Jian felt a headache coming on.
If it was him tackling this supernatural event, he wasn't sure how to start and felt that any team coming here would be annihilated.
"The footsteps an death when they get close, so my choice is correct. I must completely dismantle the ghost drawing, disperse its jigsaw, and then find a way to survive."
Yang Jian's hand was tightly clutching the rusty firewood knife.
The mont of truth for the one-third chance of being chosen was at hand.
The ghost had already approached to about twenty ters away from them, moving swiftly—a speed impossible to shake off.
Yang Jian was tense, and Li Yang was also sweating profusely, his tired and haggard eyes fixed on the approaching ghost. Across the road, Jimmy was still praying with his eyes closed, seemingly believing in its effectiveness, or perhaps prayer did have so use, allowing him to avoid death every ti.
For every step the ghost took, two or three footstep sounds were emitted. It hadn't taken many steps before the ghost had closed in to within ten ters of them.
The distance was now very small.
But no matter how close it got, Yang Jian could not make out the facial features of the ghost; the characteristics of its body remained vague. The only clear aspects were its pair of flawless white hands and the gradually clearer feet, except these feet were not immaculate but mottled with corpse spots, as if they were pieced together from another body.
"Is it coming for ?"
At that mont, seeing the ghost approach within ten ters without changing direction and heading straight for him, Yang Jian wondered.
"Good. Since it's coming for , let's dismantle the ghost drawing's puzzle here."
Taking a slight breath, the Headless Ghost Shadow appeared again under his feet, forming a huge shadow on the ground. As soon as the ghost got close, the Ghost Shadow would cover it, locating the ghost's footprints and triggering the curse of the firewood knife.
But just as Yang Jian was prepared for a direct confrontation with the ghost, an unexpected event occurred.
The ghost stopped about five ters away from him; even the footsteps ceased for a brief mont, and the eerie noise from stepping on the ground disappeared for a second.
Then the ghost changed direction, heading towards Jimmy on the other side of the road.
"Huh?"
Yang Jian's pupils contracted, ready to drop the knife at any mont, but the ghost changed its target unexpectedly.
This was definitely not because the ghost feared the knife in his hand, nor was it because he wasn't being targeted—it was because at that mont, he no longer fit the ghost's killing pattern, and Jimmy beca the new target.
At that mont, he seed to have a vague understanding of the ghost drawing's killing rule...
Although he couldn't be completely certain, he was very close and probably already guessed the majority of it.
"Li Yang, don't just stand there, let's go."
Yang Jian didn't stand foolishly pondering but shouted, then turned and ran.
"Soone has to die, and Jimmy's death is the best choice," Yang Jian thought, because he was an ordinary person, and his death won't affect the overall situation. After all, plenty of ordinary people have been killed by ghosts here.
Li Yang trembled all over from the shout and almost subconsciously started running with Yang Jian.
Jimmy seed to guess that he had been targeted; with eyes closed, his face pale, he was drenched in cold sweat as he prayed while crying.
He did not run away, either because he knew he could not escape, or because fear had paralyzed him.
Eventually, when Yang Jian and Li Yang were far away, there was still no movent from him.
In the end, he seed less afraid and shouted sothing to Li Yang in English, which Yang Jian could not understand.
"What did he say?" Yang Jian didn't look back, but he guessed that Jimmy was already dead.
Panting, Li Yang replied, "He asked to tell his mother that he loved her."
"Is that so?" Yang Jian's expression darkened slightly.
Honestly, he didn't dislike Jimmy. The man had courage, followed directions, and even dared to act alongside Yang Jian. But the reality was that cruel; once the ghost targeted soone, they had to be left behind.
Even if they didn't stay in one place, they couldn't leave alive.
"If I make it out alive, I'll pass the ssage to his mother. I've known Jimmy for so ti now..." said Li Yang.
"Then you'd better do it quickly, as you won't live much longer in that condition. Your ghost has been controlled before, and its resurgence is quite advanced. You'd be lucky to live another six months," Yang Jian remarked.
Li Yang nodded.
By then, the two had caught up with the other survivors, and occasionally, Yang Jian glanced back.
The ghost did not follow; no longer did anyone seem to be the target.
"This way."
Suddenly,
Yang Jian stopped at the entrance to a dim alley and called out.
The path he had originally walked had disappeared, completely covered by another part of the city's construction, and the original trail was nowhere to be seen. But he had been careful to leave a mark as he walked.
It was a golden bullet.
The bullet stood at the entrance of the alley.
aning, the road he had taken had now beco this narrow alley, though the surrounding landscape had changed.
Yang Jian took the lead into this phenonon, with the others, in a state of terror, following without hesitation, not considering if there was danger ahead or if this path truly led out.
They had thrown in their lot with Yang Jian, the stranger.
On both sides of the alley rose high-rise buildings, their drab light obscured, making it very gloomy.
The path wasn't long, and Yang Jian quickly reached a dead end, with a wall obstructing the way ahead.
But strikingly out of place, a low window appeared on the wall.
The window was without glass, dark and empty inside, looking eerie and hollow. And there, Yang Jian found another golden bullet at the window.
The marker was precisely correct.
"Climb through this window to leave this place," Yang Jian said, glancing at Li Yang.
Li Yang imdiately translated and relayed the ssage to the survivors.
"Don't wait here for them; we need to go first. The Ghost Domain could change at any mont, it could even invade reality; it's not necessarily safe on the other side," Yang Jian said and promptly bent down to step through the dark window.
Once he crossed over, the surroundings changed.
He entered a small room. The door was shut tight, and the light from the ceiling was dim and lifeless, as if it could go out at any second.
"Back ho."
Yang Jian verified the situation; he had arrived back at Villa No. 8.
By that ti, Li Yang and the other survivors had also made their way out one by one. The small room imdiately beca crowded.
"Don't let them cluster here, lead them away from the villa, further away. The Haunted Painting's Ghost Domain has invaded this room, and the ghost could reappear at any ti," Yang Jian instructed.
"Okay, okay," replied Li Yang, seemingly excited, imdiately accepting the instruction.
The survivors gradually left the domain of the Haunted Painting, exited the room, and Yang Jian received so thanks in return. An emotional foreign woman even wanted to kiss him, but he bluntly refused her.
He had no interest, especially not in foreign won.
"So what if they survive and leave the Haunted Painting? They've already been involved in a paranormal event, took part in the incident with the Haunted Painting. Once they appear outside, they'll probably be taken into imdiate custody," Yang Jian shook his head slightly, paying no heed to them.
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