"You're... Yang Jian?" Wang Bin stared at the person in the Ghost Tamer uniform before him in disbelief.
He had never expected Yang Jian to suddenly appear at a time like this. Hadn't he disappeared several days ago?
He had even thought Yang Jian was dead.
After all, his daughter's life was tied to Yang Jian's.
Yang Jian turned back. "It's me. Uncle Wang, where are you taking Wang Shanshan on your back?"
Wang Bin looked around. Only after seeing those terrifying figures disappear did he steady himself. "Shanshan is gone. Her body has been at home for several days now. I was planning to take her out and have her cremated."
"Wang Shanshan is dead?" Yang Jian fell into thought.
That was right. He had died once, so Wang Shanshan could have died with him. But he was alive now. By all logic, Wang Shanshan should be able to come back to life as well.
"Let me take a look."
Wang Bin nodded and put down the body he had been carrying.
Yang Jian pulled back the white cloth and saw Wang Shanshan's remains. She still looked the same as she had in life—her face pale and bloodless—but there was not the slightest trace of corpse stench, nor any sign of decay.
She was now something very unusual.
Even Yang Jian could not tell whether Wang Shanshan was now his Ghost Slave or something else.
No one knew what effects would come from being resurrected through the ghost mirror and completely controlling the Headless Ghost Shadow, along with the series of bizarre changes it brought.
"She doesn't look dead. She looks more like she's... fallen into a deep sleep." Yang Jian touched the back of her hand.
It was icy cold, but not stiff. Her skin was still soft