He had thought only the Grave-Crying Ghost had lingered nearby after getting off the bus. He had not expected the desiccated bride to remain as well.
There were no streetlights beside the dim road. By the faint light coming from somewhere unknown, ordinary people could only make out vague outlines in such an environment. They could not tell whether what stood in the distance was a person or a tree.
Yang Jian did not expand his Ghost Domain, lest he provoke some unknown horror here.
Yet the strange appearance of the desiccated bride, standing on the road behind them and facing this way, truly broke him out in a cold sweat.
Compared to the Grave-Crying Ghost, Yang Jian was more wary of the desiccated bride.
At least when facing the Grave-Crying Ghost, his Ghost Eye had not issued any intense warning. But when facing this desiccated bride, it made his heart pound with alarm.
Even the Ghost Eye could sense its ominous, bizarre nature. Regardless of its terror level, in terms of its threat to Ghost Tamers, it was undoubtedly the greatest danger here.
There was no second contender.
"Zhang Hao was controlled by that desiccated bride? Through two layers of Ghost Domain, ignoring the Grave-Crying Ghost's attack, that thing could still forcibly take Zhang Hao away?" Yang Jian stared fixedly at the desiccated corpse in the red qipao and red veil standing in the distance behind Zhang Hao.
He did not act rashly.
Because he vaguely felt that if that thing had set its sights on him, he would absolutely be unable to escape death either.
He needed no proof. It was merely his own experience and the vague resonance between ghosts—or, more vaguely put, a sixth sense.
Xu Feng, lying on the ground playing dead, also noticed something