"Impossible."
When Yang Jian saw that face, identical in shape to Ye Feng's, his eyes widened as well, and he could not help shouting.
The horror that had previously appeared on Sun Yi's face was now replaying itself on his own.
Ye Feng, who had been missing for several days, had actually reappeared before him in this manner.
No.
This was definitely not Ye Feng.
But if it was not Ye Feng, why was it wearing Ye Feng's burial clothes? That was the ghost on Ye Feng's body. Yang Jian had come into contact with it several times; there was no way he could be mistaken.
Unless there was only one possibility.
This was the fourth-stage Ghost Infant.
Although he did not understand why the ghost had replaced Ye Feng and appeared before him, there was no need to think so much at this moment.
No matter what, he had to deal with it first. Otherwise, if this amalgamation of multiple ghosts could not be contained, he would definitely die here.
But the problem was—
How was he supposed to deal with a ghost that was nearly perfect?
Not to mention that the ghost shadow was already out of control, even if it were not, it could not invade those burial clothes. And the one controlling the clothes now was not Ye Feng, but a ghost. The so-called backlash of a malignant ghost's revival would not affect it in the slightest.
Even as Yang Jian hesitated for that brief moment of thought.
The ghost with the bluish-black face identical to Ye Feng's moved again. It was not particularly fast, even somewhat slow, yet to anyone watching, its terror was unprecedented.
"Crack, crack, crack~!"
Its jaw seemed to have dislocated, producing a string of bone-cracking sounds.
Then, something forcibly pried open