On the empty street, there had originally only been Yang Jian, Tong Qian, and a few other survivors preparing to leave, but Wang Yue's death had changed the situation here.
From the dim sky above the deserted road, countless old straw ropes reeking of corpses hung down. Each rope had a noose at its end. They drifted through every corner of this Ghost Domain—sometimes beside the road, sometimes inside shops, sometimes even inside vehicle cabins.
There were so many hanging ropes that the sight made their scalps tingle.
There was no need to count. At a glance, there were at least tens of thousands of ropes, and their numbers seemed to be increasing.
The dead Wang Yue could never have possessed such an ability.
He could probably only control a few ropes at most.
"Wang Yue is dead. The evil ghost inside his body has revived." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and immediately understood what was happening.
A rope hanging from the dim sky swayed toward him, trying to loop around his neck and hang him, but the ghost shadow behind him suddenly seized it.
The ghost shadow yanked hard. The straw rope fell and turned into dust, vanishing without a trace.
The rope was not real; it had been formed from the evil ghost's power. But to ordinary people, there was no difference between false and real.
It could still hang someone to death.
Yang Jian's actions seemed to have angered the other hanging ropes. More and more straw ropes now drifted toward his position.
The ropes around them grew increasingly dense.
"What do we do now?" Tong Qian panicked.
Before one wave had settled, another had risen. The Door-Knocking Ghost incident had yet to be resolved, and now another supernatural incident had appeared.
If they did not find