Rigid patterns of thought could get people killed.
Ghosts had always been considered physical entities. Though terrifying, they could at least be seen and touched.
But after Yang Jian entered the ghost coffin, merged his consciousness with the Ghost Domain, and covered all of Huanggang Village, he finally understood.
The ghost here was the same as his condition while lying inside the coffin.
It was not a ghost with a physical form, but a conceptual ghost.
As long as Huanggang Village still existed, this ghost would never disappear and could not be contained.
That was why Feng Quan could control those villagers after entering the coffin, and why Yang Jian could discard his physical form after entering the ghost coffin and become something almost like pure consciousness.
In truth, after entering the coffin, they had only temporarily experienced this ghost's existence.
However, Feng Quan had not considered things from that angle. He had regarded this coffin as a special tool, one capable of perfectly turning a person into a ghost.
But he was wrong.
Or rather, he was only half right.
This coffin could indeed nurture a ghost, but it was nurturing neither Feng Quan nor Yang Jian. It was nurturing the ghost of Huanggang Village. This coffin had been tailor-made for that ghost.
It was just that the ghost had now left the coffin, while Feng Quan had occupied it.
It could not return to the coffin, and Feng Quan did not dare leave it because he feared the ghost's abilities.
Thus, a so-called balance had formed.
In truth, it was a deadlock.
After great difficulty, the three of them had paid the necessary price to contain this ghost.
But when footsteps once again came from the night outside the door, all they felt was despair and helplessness.
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