At that moment.
Yang Jian stood before a dining table.
A spotless white tablecloth had been laid over it. A vase sat in the middle of the table, holding a white rose that was vivid and fragrant, as though it had just been bought from a flower shop that morning. It stood in stark contrast to the shriveled flowers on the other tables.
Beside the dining table sat a white porcelain plate, along with a knife and fork. What lay on the plate was, incredibly, a human face.
Faint terror and despair showed on the face.
Yang Jian looked at the bloodstained knife and fork beside it. It was as if the face had been forcibly cut from someone's head with that knife and fork. No, not as if—it had happened exactly that way.
He could even see blood seeping from beneath the skinned face, pooling at the bottom of the plate and giving off a faint steam.
Everything pointed to something horrifying having happened here just moments ago.
Yet this was quite a blow to Yang Jian.
"No, that's impossible. From the moment I used the Ghost Domain until it ended, it couldn't have been more than a second. If a ghost had been sitting here just now, I should have been fully capable of intercepting it before it left. Why did I still let it get away?"
Yang Jian looked at the used chair beside the dining table.
He could not understand it. He had acted so quickly, yet this was still the result.
"It failed. I told you to let me do it, but you wouldn't listen." Seeing Yang Jian standing there with a furrowed brow, Xiong Wenwen curled his lips. "If I'd foreseen that ghost in advance, it would've been finished."
"Even if you had foreseen