Xiong Wenwen foresaw his own death.
It would happen in this room. His corpse would lie in the bedroom inside, his head fallen to the floor, blood splattered everywhere.
Yet such an outcome should have been impossible for Yang Jian.
Everyone inside had no facial features. That was normal.
Perhaps one of those faceless people was the ghost, but the ghost that could only alter memories should not have been capable of killing like this. That ghost attacked by covering a person's face with its bloodstained newspaper, then taking away their face. It could also alter memories, turning others into Ghost Slaves under its control.
Its method of killing was far too gentle. It could not possibly be this violent.
Could he have been wrong? Was there another ghost in this room?
Yang Jian's expression kept shifting as he tried to piece together something from the few clues he had.
There was simply too little information. Xiong Wenwen was only a child; his glimpse into the future could not have been comprehensive, so what he obtained was limited. Otherwise, they could have boldly gotten to the bottom of this.
"Let's go. Let's leave this place. You still have the ghost candle; we can definitely get out safely. I don't want to die here. I feel like if we stay in this room, we'll all die here." Xiong Wenwen clutched Yang Jian's hand, pleading in terror with a sobbing voice.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, you won't die. Tell me roughly when you died—what time it was. Also, tell me whether there was anything else in the room. Predict what's outside the room too. Try again from another angle and see whether the result is still the same," Yang Jian said.
If they tried several more times, perhaps the