Ghost Tamers who survived supernatural incidents were rarely simple characters.
Yang Jian did not underestimate Wang Yue or take him lightly. Otherwise, he would not have coerced Tong Qian into helping.
The moment the old hemp rope around Wang Yue's neck suddenly began to wriggle strangely and tightened around his neck again, torturing him beyond endurance, Yang Jian sensed that something was wrong.
This was the backlash caused by using a vicious ghost's power.
At that moment.
He suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold around his neck. The cold instantly constricted his pores and made every hair on his body stand on end.
Almost instinctively, Yang Jian's Ghost Eye snapped open.
He did not have many Ghost Eyes left on him.
Five eyes remained on the Ghost Shadow. At present, he only had two Ghost Eyes, one at the front of his head and one at the back.
Both Ghost Eyes opened at once, one looking ahead and the other behind.
Yet there was nothing unusual in either direction.
"Yang Jian, be careful." Tong Qian seemed to have seen something and suddenly warned him.
The next moment.
Yang Jian felt a terrifying force seize his neck, accompanied by a powerful sense of suffocation and dizziness.
He lowered his head and looked.
At some unknown point, a grass rope had looped around his neck. Its ends stretched through the air as though invisible hands were viciously pulling it, trying to strangle him alive. Before he could react, an icy numbness spread through his neck, as if he had already lost all sensation there.
"Being suffocated doesn't feel good, does it, Yang Jian?"
Wang Yue swayed as he slowly got to his feet. "Once the Ghost Rope binds you, not even a vicious ghost can break free. You may have tamed two ghosts,