Dachang City, the Paranormal Forum's headquarters building.
Inside the sealed Golden House, time seemed to have lost all meaning.
Two terrifying paranormal powers waged a furious tug-of-war inside Feng Quan's body.
Dark brown grave soil intertwined with grayish-yellow ghost fog, trying to devour the Name-Carving Ghost's stiff, indistinct black silhouette completely.
Yet the Name-Carving Ghost was far more terrifying than they had imagined.
Even under the Ghost Cabinet's suppression, the Name-Carving Ghost still rampaged through Feng Quan's body.
Feng Quan convulsed violently. Corpse blotches appeared on his skin one moment, only to be covered by grave soil the next. He looked as though he would fall apart entirely under the tearing forces.
Lin Cheng stood nearby, watching it all coldly with his dark blue eyes.
His incorporeal palm remained ready to unleash Deep Sea Pressure at any moment, preventing a paranormal outbreak if the attempt failed.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The icy chill inside the Golden House suddenly contracted, and every trace of paranormal activity withdrew inward.
Feng Quan stopped convulsing and lay rigidly on the solid gold floor.
His chest no longer rose or fell, as though he had become a real corpse.
Lin Cheng stepped forward and activated Spirit Tablet Supernatural. Feng Quan's tightly shut eyes slowly opened.
Those eyes held none of a living person's emotions, only an unfamiliarity that sent chills down the spine.
Feng Quan stiffly sat up from the floor and looked at his hands.
Then he looked at the glittering golden walls around him, his brow creasing slightly.
He opened his mouth, and a hoarse, dry voice emerged from his throat.
"Who... am I?"
He looked around blankly, as though an utterly crucial piece of the puzzle had been forcibly gouged out of his mind.
No matter how hard he searched