An intense aura of death closed in on Yang in an instant.
Yang instinctively tried to use his Permanent Item, only to realize with a jolt that this was not his body, and his Permanent Item was not on him at all!
Damn...
He had faced heart-stopping moments before, but he had always had a trump card. This time, however, his trump card had been left in the modern world.
He had never felt so close to death!
The terrifying Vengeful Ghost did not move particularly fast, but it was utterly bizarre. Its body twisted grotesquely as it crawled down from the Opera Stage on its hands, making no sound the entire time. One step... two steps...
Closer and closer.
Yang's legs seemed frozen to the floor. He was not someone whose knees would buckle from fear, but in his current situation, even running would be useless. It was too dark here for him to get very far anyway. He might as well get a clear look at the ghost and what was strange about it.
"Eee..."
An eerie sound emerged from the Vengeful Ghost's split-open face. The sound waves surged toward Yang as though they had substance, making him instinctively cover his ears. The cry was neither male nor female. It resembled operatic singing, yet had none of its melodic beauty, only a piercing, shrill anguish that cut right through him, like someone scraping their fingernails across a blackboard, raising goosebumps all over his body.
Zhong Xueran, in the other time and space, heard the terrifying sound too and hurriedly asked, "Yang? Are you still there?"
Yang stared fixedly at the Vengeful Ghost that had climbed down from the Opera Stage. Was this the ghost that had killed itself by jumping into the well?
*Why... doesn't it look like