A small black flame flickered atop the white ghost candle.
The surroundings were dim and cold, permeated by an eerie, ominous air.
More than a minute had passed since the ghost candle was lit.
Yet the ghost had not appeared.
This made Yang Jian vaguely feel that something was wrong. He worried that the ghost candle could no longer lure this ghost over.
Or perhaps the ghost candle possessed certain "ghostly" traits itself, and before this ghost that killed people who were alone, its attraction was not enough to overcome the ghost's rules?
If that was the case, then his plan had failed.
"Wait a little longer. If the ghost still hasn't appeared within three minutes, then things will be completely out of control." Yang Jian's heart clenched. What he feared now was not the ghost appearing, but the ghost failing to appear.
If the ghost did not appear, it meant the ghost candle had failed, and the other Ghost Tamers scattered throughout the training base would soon be killed off again.
Once everyone else was dead, it would be their turn. And by then, they would not have the slightest chance of survival.
Time passed bit by bit.
The five people gathered together did not say a word. The silence around them was terrifying, and they could only hear one another's heavy, uneasy breathing.
The darkness shrouding them had cut them off from the outside world. Everyone knew they were completely isolated and helpless, and could only find a way to save themselves.
Whoosh!
Suddenly.
At that moment, it seemed as though a faint breeze had risen around them. Yet none of them felt wind brushing past them. Instead, the white ghost candle standing in the middle began to sway restlessly.
The flame shook violently, casting shifting shadows over