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 start that this was not his own body, and his Permanent Item was not on him at all!
This is bad...
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 rooted to the floor. He was not someone whose knees went weak with fear, but in his current situation, even running would do no good. It was too dark here for him to get far anyway. He might as well get a clear look at the ghost and what was strange about it.
"Eee..."
An eerie sound came from the Vengeful Ghost's split-open face. The sound waves surged toward him as though they had substance, making Yang instinctively cover his ears. The cry was neither male nor female. It resembled opera singing, yet had none of its melodious beauty, only a shrill, piercing anguish. Like fingernails scraping a blackboard, it raised goosebumps all over his body.
Zhong Xueran, in another time and space, also heard the terrifying sound and hurriedly asked, "Yang? Are you still there?"
Yang stared fixedly at the Vengeful Ghost that had come down from the Opera Stage. Was this the ghost that had killed itself by jumping into the well?
Why... doesn't it look like it...?
Though humanoid, this Vengeful