Gao Zhiqiang was indeed very unusual.
He had merely tamed a single ghost, yet he could do what no other Ghost Tamer could: force his own ghost into a dormant state.
Yang Jian could do it too, but how much had he paid? How much had he sacrificed?
It could be said that Yang Jian had fought for it with his life. But this guy? It felt as if heaven itself favored him. Without doing anything, he could make his own ghost go dormant, and even take it a step further—letting the ghost replace him while retaining his thoughts.
This was an exceptional case that even Wang Xiaoming had failed to research successfully.
"The ghost on Gao Zhiqiang is extremely special. Its ability can restrain others, but it can also restrain itself. If this ability can be developed further, perhaps he can deceive a second ghost, a third ghost, a fourth ghost... and flawlessly tame other ghosts without limit, until he reaches his limit."
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. He had already made up his mind.
Today, Gao Zhiqiang's ghost would belong to him.
Once he obtained that ghost, he could try taming it himself in the future. He might even be able to artificially create a top-tier Ghost Tamer.
Even if he did not use it himself, he absolutely could not allow Gao Zhiqiang to continue existing in this world.
His identity was no longer that of a human. He was a ghost.
He was a hidden danger.
"Yang Jian, you do not exist in this world. Now, you should disappear." Gao Zhiqiang was still beside Yang Jian, his voice like something clinging to his body and whispering into his ear.
No living person could produce that kind of voice. It was strange and chilling.
And after he spoke