Ever since the operation began and they lit the ghost candle to draw that ghost over, everything that had happened had exceeded Yang Jian's expectations. All sorts of bizarre and dangerous emergencies kept coming one after another, giving him no extra time to think. One wrong step would mean total defeat, and everyone would die here.
"What the hell is going on?"
Yang Jian gritted his teeth, shocked and furious.
He had released the ghost hand and opened the golden bottle containing the ghost. This had undoubtedly increased the number of ghosts on their side, and it had certainly exceeded the maximum number that the ghost in the ghost coffin could suppress.
Thus, the absolute suppression formed by the ghosts no longer existed. Otherwise, Yang Jian would not have been able to use the headless ghost shadow's ability to save Wang Jiang.
But the problem was that their side clearly held the advantage in terms of ghost numbers, so why was the ghost still attacking people?
The condition of being alone should no longer have been met.
Had the rules changed?
Or had some unpredictable and bizarre change occurred because they had come into direct contact with the ghost?
He did not know, and there was no time to think or judge. At a time like this, danger surrounded them. Even Yang Jian could only take things one step at a time, making attempt after attempt like a tightrope walker as he struggled to find a path to survival.
"The ghost hand is reviving."
His gaze was fixed firmly on the Ghost Tamer named Huang Ziya.
A stiff, bloodless, pale hand rested on her shoulder, and it was visibly beginning to vanish from his sight.
This was not a good sign.
Once that bizarre hand disappeared, it would mean that