Clear footsteps came from outside the body bag.
They drew nearer from afar, steadily approaching where Yang Jian was.
After being in this eerie silence for so long, Yang Jian knew exactly what a sudden set of footsteps meant.
He wanted to go out and take a look, to confirm what kind of ghost was outside.
But the risk was too great, and Yang Jian had not dared to act.
He was not afraid of the Headless Ghost Shadow, nor was he afraid of the mysterious and bizarre Plague Ghost in this village. The only thing he feared was the vicious ghost capable of easily killing a Ghost Tamer. That ghost had always been a mystery. No one had seen it, because anyone who had probably died.
Nor had anyone ever encountered it.
Because those who encountered it had also died.
The only way to learn about that ghost was to infer its existence from the deaths of three Ghost Tamers.
"I'm alone right now. I count as being isolated. According to our earlier guess, I've already disrupted some kind of balance in the village. That vicious ghost should be hunting Ghost Tamers everywhere now. Once it finds someone, no one can survive."
"Are those footsteps outside the ghost searching for people?"
Yang Jian's heart tightened, and he could not help becoming nervous.
The body bag he lay in had been placed in a patch of wasteland overgrown with weeds.
If one did not search carefully, it would not be easy to spot it in this environment.
But ghosts might not rely on sight to find people. They might use some kind of perception, or perhaps certain conditions.
Yang Jian could not be sure that the vicious ghost would not find him. Lying here had been a gamble from the