Ever since Yang Jian had obtained it, the entire Ghost Candle had only been used once.
He had not brought it onto the paranormal bus, so it had not been used there.
The only time he had used it was on the second floor of the hotel, and not much had been consumed then, so the Ghost Candle had remained mostly intact.
But even so,
after merely blocking a single attack from a fierce ghost, the entire Ghost Candle had nearly burned away. The firelight that had erupted like a fireball just now seemed to have exhausted all of the candle's power, leaving behind only a tiny final stub.
"Ah~!"
It had happened too suddenly. When the Ghost Candle's flames exploded, Lin Luomei, who had been holding it, could not help screaming. Her voice carried an indescribable eeriness, yet it could not conceal the fear and terror in her heart at all.
The remaining bit of Ghost Candle, still burning with a green flame, slipped from her hand.
It fell onto the carpet beneath their feet and went out with a pop.
The surrounding light dimmed once more.
An aura of death suddenly rose from the depths of everyone's hearts, filling them with despair and collapse.
The Ghost Candle had gone out. The only thing that could ensure their safety was gone as well.
And the ghost was right before them, blocking their retreat.
The situation instantly became extremely dire. Although Xiong Wenwen had not died, if this continued, the death times the others had foreseen would soon arrive. When that happened, the fierce ghost would launch another terrifying attack.
Next time, the Ghost Candle would no longer be able to block this ghost's attack.
"Follow me. Get farther away from this ghost."
Yang Jian picked up the tiny remaining