Yang Jian's ghost hand could clearly sense what was happening inside Zhang Wei's body.
The black mist that had burrowed into his heart was not ravaging Zhang Wei's corpse at all!
Instead, it was merging with Zhang Wei's stopped heart, little by little, in an extraordinarily gentle manner!
Stranger still, as the black mist fused deeper into it...
The violent fluctuations of the luck ghost in Zhang Wei's corpse, which had seemed on the verge of reawakening, showed no resistance whatsoever to this foreign paranormal power.
Instead, it seemed to welcome the power, and miraculously settled down.
It was as though it had been injected with a powerful sedative.
"This is..."
Yang Jian's mind felt as though a storm had swept through it, and he instantly calmed down.
Countless seemingly unrelated clues collided and rearranged themselves in that moment.
The luck ghost...
A sword strike with a one hundred percent chance of death...
The short sword that had turned into black mist and burrowed into the heart...
And the Deceiving Ghost necklace that had shattered earlier...
Yang Jian abruptly withdrew his ghost hand, an incredulous, feverish light bursting into his eyes.
He had finally seen through to the insane truth buried deep behind this deadly predicament!
Zhang Wei was not dead at all!
Or rather, Zhang Wei's death was a high-stakes gamble meticulously orchestrated by the luck ghost!
The instant that fatal sword strike had come at him, the luck ghost had not chosen to make Zhang Wei dodge.
It had calculated that, in that hopeless situation where the rules suppressed him, death was inevitable no matter how he dodged.
So the luck ghost had tipped the odds toward that one-in-ten-thousand chance of survival!
That was the luck ghost's instinct: luck came first.
And those violent fluctuations earlier, which had