Zhang Lei finally let out a sigh of relief. He knew his earlier preparations had been correct. Bringing Ghost Eye Yang Jian along had truly been like buying life insurance. If Yang Jian had not been here, he would already have died—whether drowned alive in this accumulated water or killed by a Ghost's revival no longer mattered.
This is what a top Ghost Tamer is capable of? He dealt with so many corpses so easily. If it had been me, I wouldn't have held out at all. He faced this much supernatural activity in one go, yet there was no risk of a Ghost's revival?
He was both shocked and afraid.
For an ordinary Ghost Tamer, using their ability once could at most deal with one corpse. After a few more uses, they themselves would inevitably be unable to endure it and die first, while the true Ghost remained unharmed.
Yet Yang Jian seemed to have overcome that problem. He dealt with so many corpses in one go without any issue at all. It was simply inconceivable. He was far ahead of other Ghost Tamers and possessed an enormous advantage.
Zhang Lei was then overcome with envy. If he could do the same, how could he have ended up in such a miserable state?
However, before he could even catch his breath, another change occurred.
Lin Shan's half-closed door slowly opened.
"Damn it."
The stiff expression on Zhang Lei's face turned somewhat horrified. He hurriedly struggled to his feet, ready to face whatever danger came next.
When the door fully opened, a strange person stood motionless in the dim doorway.
This person was soaked through, with water constantly seeping from his body. He was like a source of water; the water on him could never run dry. Having soaked in