The last word fell.
Zhang Wei's body convulsed violently.
Then his head slumped all the way down.
His breathing stopped. His heart no longer made the slightest movement.
Zhang Wei was dead.
He lay quietly on the cold, red-painted floorboards, that carefree smile still lingering on his face.
Immediately afterward.
An extremely unstable, supernatural fluctuation suddenly began emanating from Zhang Wei's lifeless corpse.
It was the luck ghost he had controlled!
Once its host died, the vengeful ghost inside would lose its restraints and begin to awaken.
The fluctuation grew stronger and stronger, even visibly warping the surrounding air.
The vengeful ghost was about to awaken!
This ironclad law proved only one thing.
His brother, who had always been carefree and impossibly lucky, was truly dead!
A thunderous explosion seemed to go off inside Yang Jian's head.
An intensely painful sense of guilt instantly engulfed him like a tidal wave.
If... I had been a little more vigilant when that middle-aged man appeared, instead of assuming that four layers of ghost domain made us completely safe.
If... I hadn't gambled on the luck ghost being able to evade every fatal danger.
If... I simply hadn't brought Zhang Wei into this mess today.
If... I hadn't let him control a vengeful ghost back then, and had just let him remain an ordinary rich kid.
Then would none of this have happened?!
My arrogance and carelessness killed the brother who had always stood by me!
"Aah-!"
A hoarse growl, suppressed to the breaking point and sounding like a wounded beast, forced its way out of the depths of Yang Jian's throat.
His eyes instantly turned blood-red!
They had not become bloodshot with rage.
Instead, the flesh between his eyebrows was forcibly torn apart by an utterly frenzied surge of paranormal power!
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