Yang Jian lit the ghost candle. The white candle burned with a black flame, giving off black light. Within the Ghost Domain that had originally been covered in red light, it now seemed as though darkness were eroding everything. An indescribable feeling rose in his heart.
It was as if his Ghost Eye were stirring, gripped by an inexplicable fear.
It felt as though something unimaginably terrifying would happen here if that ghost candle continued burning.
The white ghost candle had originally been a failed derivative of the red ghost candle.
Its ability to draw in vicious ghosts was unusual in one sense, but also exceedingly dangerous. Especially when lit in a supernatural place like this, no one could be sure what it would ultimately attract.
If they were lucky, it might lure out the ghost controlling Zhao Lei.
If they were unlucky, it would draw some unknown terror here—and perhaps more than one.
"Ten seconds have passed. You promised me you'd put out this candle within thirty seconds," Xiong Wenwen said nervously, staring at the cartoon watch on his wrist.
Yang Jian's expression was grave, his entire body tense. He did not answer Xiong Wenwen, because he needed to focus on every movement around them.
Thirty seconds was not long. On the contrary, it was extremely brief. Yet at that moment, Yang Jian felt as though time had slowed countless times over. The atmosphere brewing around them was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Only fifteen seconds had passed.
Suddenly, a footstep sounded in the corridor outside the restaurant. It was heavy, as though each step bore the full weight of a body. There was not the slightest echo, and it had come with startling abruptness. It had not approached from afar; it had simply appeared outside