Deep within the dense fog, the Wish-Granting Ghost seemed to sink into prolonged contemplation.
For a highly intelligent vengeful ghost, temptation served up on a platter like this was impossible to refuse.
Ten seconds later.
A cold-faced young man slowly walked out of the fog.
The instant the real Yang Jian saw this impostor, his brows furrowed.
This fake Yang Jian was his inexperienced self from a month ago, when he had only controlled one ghost eye and had just joined the Paranormal Forum!
At the sight, Yang Jian instantly understood what Lin Cheng had in mind.
But that only left him more puzzled.
This fake Yang Jian had four fewer paranormal powers than he did now. With only the ghost eye, how could it possibly beat him?
The Wish-Granting Ghost possessed the intelligence of a living person. It was certainly no fool, so why would it agree to a bet it was guaranteed to lose?
And if Lin Cheng knew the Wish-Granting Ghost had a hidden trump card, what made him so certain he would win?
What exactly were both sides scheming?!
At that moment, Lin Cheng was not watching the battle between Yang Jian and his duplicate at all.
His body gradually turned insubstantial, and he teleported straight to the rooftop of the tallest building nearby.
Lin Cheng stood at the edge, facing the cold wind, his gaze deep as he watched the Ghost Messenger's moving ghost domain.
Through the Sky Screen's split-screen display, he had already learned all of Ning Hong's plans and decisions.
"I'm doing all this to cooperate with your plan. You'd better not disappoint me."
Then he turned his head again and looked toward Daxin City, a thousand miles away.
An eerily unnatural blue-black haze hung over it.
Yet it had actually managed to