Yang Jian had just used Ghost Shadow to open the tightly shut door. All his attention had been focused on what lay behind it, and he had not paid much attention to the surroundings. Of course, he had trusted the people beside him to stay alert.
However, Luo Suyī's sudden scream made his heart lurch.
Almost instinctively, he realized that something had appeared nearby.
Several Ghost Eyes opened at once, and his attention immediately shifted to the area around them.
Yang Jian's pupils contracted at once.
In the dim corridor they had just passed through, at the crossroads covered in black footprints, a tall man with a darkened face and a heavy stench of decay had appeared at some unknown time. He stood there stiffly, facing forward and presenting his side to the group.
Luo Suyī, who had spotted the man first, held his flashlight as his whole body trembled, his eyes filled with terror.
Although Luo Suyī was also a Ghost Tamer, he had handled too few supernatural incidents and had virtually no experience resolving them. When faced with something like this, he simply did not know how to respond.
After all, ghosts could not be killed.
"Is that the ghost Lin Luomei mentioned before?" Yang Jian's face was exceptionally grim. He had not expected such a thing to show up at the worst possible time.
What rotten luck.
Wait, no.
Why was that ghost not doing anything?
Though they were only about ten meters apart, neither he nor Luo Suyī, who had first spotted the ghost, had been attacked. The fact that all four of them were still alive meant they had not yet triggered the ghost's killing pattern.
Xiong Wenwen turned around and saw the ghost standing in the corridor as well. His neck shrank back in