Yang Jian had barely stepped out of the temporarily safe restroom within the dense haze when he heard footsteps converging around him. At the same time, he saw a swaying figure in the darkness.
This was different from those controlled walking corpses he had encountered in the mall.
These were all third-stage Ghost Infants, spawned ghosts.
Although Yang Jian had not spoken, the words he had said earlier had already been heard by the nearby ghosts.
That made him a target of the third-stage Ghost Infants as well. Wang Xiaoming had already taken that into account. He knew what Yang Jian intended to do; otherwise, he would not have said that the first ghost to attack him would be the source ghost. Wang Xiaoming believed Yang Jian could handle these ghosts.
But in the end, so-called handling was merely fighting desperately to carve out a little space.
A bitter smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips.
Unfortunately, no one saw his helplessness.
He forced open the murky Ghost Eye.
Even beneath the Ghost Eye, everything around him remained dim. That familiar red world had not appeared, and the suppression from other vicious ghosts was still present.
But that was not the only Ghost Eye he opened.
Then, a second Ghost Eye tore through his flesh and appeared on his face, emitting a faint red glow. That light was especially conspicuous in this dark world.
A third Ghost Eye appeared on his hand, its red light a little brighter.
A fourth Ghost Eye appeared.
Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh.
All of the Ghost Eyes had returned to Yang Jian's body.
The uncontrolled agitation of revival surged forth at once. The strange eyes he had suppressed for so long were now about to unleash everything they had held back.
The eighth