"Fortunately, the ghost rope wasn't all that dangerous. Perhaps it was because it had only just revived. If what had been hanging from it hadn't been a corpse but a ghost, the danger would probably have risen several levels."
"Still, it was a close call."
Yang Jian looked at the ghost rope that had been packed into the bag.
Wang Yue's death from the effects of ghost revival had temporarily been dealt with, preventing the impact of this supernatural incident from continuing to spread.
Otherwise, if this ghost rope had drifted all over Dachang City, it would have caused a major incident as well.
But now—
Yang Jian looked at the darkness gradually closing in around them and immediately frowned, his entire body on alert.
"The Door-Knocking Ghost is here. There's no need to fight it to the death here. I've already achieved what I came for."
He immediately turned and headed toward Tong Qian.
Tong Qian was holding the ghost candle. Its eerie candlelight had become the only glimmer of light in this dark city. The surrounding darkness had completely engulfed the area. Once they left the range of the candlelight, the outside world would be pitch-black, and all light would be swallowed up.
Even if someone turned on a flashlight, its beam would only reach a few meters and could not illuminate the darkness pressing closer.
"Give me the ghost candle. Gather the survivors. It's time for us to leave," Yang Jian said as he took the candle.
Tong Qian nodded and gathered the remaining survivors.
"Everyone, get within the candlelight's range. I'm about to blow out the candle," Yang Jian said.
"There seems to be someone nearby." Tong Qian looked uneasily at the empty road.
From the darkness in the distance, she heard footsteps approaching, as though