And that wasn't all.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled shots from a Golden Desert Eagle rang out from the shop on the right immediately afterward.
Their echoes were identical to the shots from the left-even the interval between them matched without a fraction of a second's difference!
The temperature seemed to drop to freezing in that instant.
He Yin'er and the others beside Yang Jian heard those identical words and gunshots coming from two different directions.
Every hair on their bodies stood on end.
Ye Zhen whipped his head around, his eyes full of confusion. "Two Brother Weis?!"
His grip on his sword tightened abruptly, and yellow-green ghost fire danced wildly in his eyes.
Yang Jian frowned at once!
The pupil of the bleeding Ghost Eye on his forehead contracted into a pinprick of red, and ice-cold killing intent surged wildly within him.
One Zhang Wei on the left, another on the right.
An ordinary Imitation Ghost could never have produced such an exact duplicate.
It had even perfectly reproduced the physical sound of the Golden Desert Eagle's gunshots. This involved something supernatural on a far deeper level!
Just as everyone was wavering in shock and uncertainty...
Lin Cheng's low, grave voice came through their Custom Earpieces.
"Listen. Zhang Lei failed to control the Wish-Granting Ghost, and it took over his body instead."
"It may have already acquired the abilities of the Ghost Cabinet and the Ghost Mirror."
"It has arrived in Dajing City. There's a very good chance it's hiding among you right now. It may even have replaced someone already."
"Be extremely careful. Don't trust anyone."
"I need some time. Be careful not to get replaced."
The transmission cut off abruptly.
A flicker of surprise crossed Yang Jian's eyes. "The Wish-Granting Ghost?"
It had only been a month since