The Ghost Rope coiled around his left hand, tightening with force and sinking deep into his flesh.
Had this been an ordinary human hand, it would already have been covered in bruises, and even the bones might have been crushed.
Pain bored into Qu Zan's heart. He activated his left hand, releasing his own ghost resonance and letting the terrifying aura of Indra's Hand spread unchecked, overwhelming the Ghost Rope's ferocious baleful intent.
Sure enough, sensing an even more terrifying pressure, the Ghost Rope immediately stopped tightening. It loosened on its own and hung limp, no different from an ordinary rope.
It was like a mad dog barking relentlessly that suddenly caught a tiger's scent, instantly hiding its ferocity and crouching low in trembling submission.
Qu Zan seized the end of the Ghost Rope, wound it once around his hand, and yanked it outward.
The entire Ghost Rope sprang nimbly into the air like a living thing. With a flick of his wrist, Qu Zan flung it onto a roof beam, where it automatically wound itself around and around, binding the wooden beam firmly.
The rope could not only coil around things on its own, but also abruptly straighten and harden, shooting out like a spear.
Yet whenever it touched Qu Zan's body, the Ghost Rope would coil around him uncontrollably.
Each time, Qu Zan had to use Indra's Hand to suppress it.
Qu Zan was delighted. This uncanny object is quite handy.
Its nature is just too base. It always wants to wind itself around me, he grumbled inwardly.
Qu Zan gave the rope a gentle shake, making it withdraw into the cowhide pouch on its own.
The pouch was lined with gold fabric. Even with this suppressing it, the Ghost Rope still writhed inside from time to time,