Hemp Rope... Failed?

Could it be that Superhumans had existed even before Eternal Night?

Wang Ye took a deep breath. Watching the middle-aged ghost continue walking on its own as though it had not seen him or Zhou Han at all, he frowned slightly.

"Didn't it trigger the ghost's killing rule?"

Wang Ye muttered under his breath, then removed the hemp rope and tossed one end into the air.

Zhou Han caught the hemp rope and exchanged a glance with Wang Ye.

Along the way, she had already learned what the hemp rope could do, and had been shocked by its power.

"Bind!"

Wang Ye uttered only one word, but Zhou Han instantly understood what he meant.

Then, one on the ground and one in the air, each holding an end of the hemp rope, the two of them frantically circled the ghost.

In mere seconds, the hemp rope had wrapped itself around the ghost's body.

Its originally stiff footsteps came to a halt. Like the ghosts that had been suppressed before, its eyes turned vacant.

"Did it work?"

Wang Ye frowned slightly. Wasn't this a little too easy?

Zhou Han laughed happily, her gaze fixed firmly on the string of prayer beads around the ghost's wrist.

"Your hemp rope is way too powerful!"

Zhou Han cheered as she landed on the ground and ran toward the ghost.

From afar, Wang Ye, who had been staring intently at the ghost, suddenly changed expression. "Get back!"

From his angle, he could see the ghost's finger twitch slightly!

"Hm?"

Zhou Han instinctively stopped, looking at Wang Ye in confusion.

Then—

The ghost's sole eye suddenly opened, emitting a cold, sinister gleam. The hemp rope trembled faintly before slipping off and falling to the ground.

Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly!

Had the hemp rope failed?

Ever since obtaining it, the hemp rope had brought Wang Ye great convenience through several Supernatural Incidents.

But he had never expected—

That against this thing, the hemp rope would... lose its effect.

"Damn it!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and gently peeled the paper money off the back of his hand. The next second, an eerie red glow gradually spread from his hands.

A ghost face with a gloomy smile emerged from his palm.

Meanwhile, Zhou Han, who was already very close to the ghost, instantly met its gaze.

The next second.

The ghost with a middle-aged man's face revealed a somewhat stiff smile, while a faint red light flickered in its eyes.

Zhou Han's face instantly turned pale.

A trace of panic appeared in her eyes.

She... could not move.

The ghost slowly raised its arm and, from far away, brought it down toward Zhou Han at a sluggish pace.

Though its arm was far from Zhou Han, a wound suddenly appeared atop her head, blood slowly dripping down.

As the ghost's arm descended, the wound grew larger and larger.

"A long-range curse kill?"

"It's not a curse kill, it's—"

"Shadows!"

Standing at a distance, Wang Ye's mind raced. Suddenly, he saw that a shadow had appeared beneath the middle-aged man at some point, stretching all the way to connect with Zhou Han's shadow.

That shadow held a blade, hacking at Zhou Han's shadow.

Wang Ye clenched his teeth and abruptly raised his palm toward the ghost's eye. The ghost face in his palm suddenly opened its eyes, its venomous gaze locking onto the Middle-aged Ghost Shadow.

The Middle-aged Ghost Shadow's body trembled slightly, and its arm froze in midair without continuing downward.

Taking advantage of that brief instant, Wang Ye rushed over and dragged Zhou Han rapidly away.

On the ground, Zhou Han's shadow seemed to be bound, trembling constantly.

Zhou Han herself seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes vacant and her body motionless as Wang Ye dragged her along.

"Idiot, I actually believed your bullshit!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and set Zhou Han down. At some point, a Boning Knife stained with blood had appeared in his hand. He aimed it at the shadow split off by the Ghost Shadow and drove it down with force.

The next second.

The Ghost Shadow let out a miserable scream, and its shadow rapidly contracted, retreating back into the Middle-aged Man's body.

Zhou Han's shadow trembled.

Then returned.

The next second, the emptiness in Zhou Han's eyes faded, and her gaze regained its clarity. Only, her face had turned deathly pale.

Wang Ye clutched his chest and let out a pained growl. His trembling hand withdrew the Boning Knife!

Though the Boning Knife was powerful, its side effects—

Were equally obvious.

To kill a thousand enemies, one had to lose eight hundred of one's own.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing Wang Ye's pained expression, Zhou Han's gaze grew complicated. Rarely acting normal for once, she asked.

Wang Ye took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced himself to his feet. "Now isn't the time for nonsense. Find a way to deal with him!"

"If we can't, abandon this plan and leave!"

The pain in his chest gradually eased. Wang Ye exhaled deeply and said.

"Alright."

Zhou Han fell silent for several seconds, then floated into the air again. Her eyes closed, and wisps of white light began to radiate from her body. Her hair stirred despite the lack of wind.

Her entire body seemed to exude a holy aura.

Meanwhile, the Middle-aged Ghost, who had been howling in agony, froze in place.

"Go get the items. I can only suppress him for ten seconds."

Zhou Han's voice suddenly rang out from the air, but strangely, her lips had not moved.

Wang Ye's eyes flickered. Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain in his body and lunged toward the Middle-aged Ghost. Moving with incredible speed, he stripped the Prayer Beads from the ghost's wrist.

His other hand reached into the pocket of the Zhongshan Suit and pulled out a golden Fruit.

With the tip of his foot, Wang Ye lightly hooked up the Hemp Rope on the ground and prepared to retreat.

But.

There seemed to be a Note in the right pocket of the Zhongshan Suit!

Wang Ye's attention was instantly drawn to it. His eyes flickered as he pulled out the Note. At that moment, Zhou Han's body in the air began to tremble violently.

Sensing the ghostly aura reviving, Wang Ye frantically retreated.

Zhou Han finally could no longer support herself and fell from midair.

Wang Ye precisely caught Zhou Han and held her in his arms as he fled into the distance.

The Middle-aged Ghost let out a silent roar. Its venomous gaze fixed on Wang Ye's retreating back as it raised its palm again.

A shadow shot out from the ground at terrifying speed and chased after Wang Ye.

Wang Ye gritted his teeth slightly and tossed a battered doll, which he had long held in his hand, onto the ground.

That Ghost Shadow instantly attached itself to the doll.

As the Middle-aged Ghost's palm fell, the doll was split in two from the top of its head.

Taking advantage of that brief opening, Wang Ye vanished into the fog with Zhou Han in his arms.

A long time passed.

The Middle-aged Ghost's eyes became vacant once more as it wandered aimlessly in place.

A gust of cold wind swept past.

A woman with a Bronze Nail driven into the center of her forehead appeared beside the Middle-aged Ghost.

She raised her hand expressionlessly and gently tugged at the Middle-aged Ghost.

In midair, a shadow beneath the Middle-aged Ghost's feet twisted as it was pulled free. The woman gripped the shadow like putty in her hand and gently kneaded it.

A long time passed.

She slowly pressed the shadow into the ground beneath her feet.

The woman, who had originally cast no shadow, suddenly gained one.

And a trace of color seemed to flash through her eyes.

As for the Middle-aged Ghost, it fell stiffly to the ground, its body rapidly rotting away into a dried corpse.