"Did it work?"
Yang Jian looked at his twisted, deformed arm, riddled with cracks. He could feel that the ghost shadow attached within it was no longer out of control.
Sensation returned directly to his arm.
Although his arm was no longer properly shaped, he felt no pain.
Crack, crack~!
The sound of joints turning rang out. The next moment, Yang Jian's arm restored itself in an almost bizarre manner. The cracks on it remained and had not healed; it seemed his body would need to recover on its own.
"It took two Ghost Eyes to suppress one arm of the ghost shadow. Sure enough, if the ghost shadow gained a body, its level of terror would rise sharply. In its shadow state, it was at its weakest. I really don't know whether what that human-skin paper said before was true or false. Can this thing really be perfectly controlled?"
Looking at his gradually recovering arm, his expression remained grim.
"Yang Jian, are you all right?"
Zhang Liqin asked cautiously. She was even more nervous than Yang Jian.
Faced with this situation, she could only stand by and watch silently. There was nothing she could do.
"For now... it's fine. My earlier thinking was correct. If I'm only controlling one arm, it's still barely manageable." Yang Jian touched his left hand.
It had sensation, but it was cold and stiff, like the arm of a corpse.
"Yang Jian, what are you doing over there? At a critical time like this, don't do anything dangerous. There aren't many Ghost Tamers in Dachang City, and your presence is crucial right now. If something goes wrong with you, it could very well affect what happens next."
Liu Xiaoyu immediately warned him through the satellite positioning phone.
From Yang Jian's earlier words, he seemed