On the dim road, a small candle flame emanating an eerie aura was held above someone's head as they drifted steadily closer from afar.
The candle flame swayed unsteadily in the cool night wind, as if it could go out at any moment. Yet for some reason, whenever it was about to extinguish, it would stubbornly flare back to life.
Zhong Shan walked alone. The road before him seemed endless, stretching all the way into the depths of distant darkness.
Holding the ghost candle above his head, he was rapidly moving away from the vast, bustling city behind him.
But he was in an utterly miserable state of mind.
After walking for only a short while, Zhong Shan was already drenched in cold sweat. His body had become somewhat stiff from extreme tension, barely obeying him.
This was because he was enduring an unimaginable amount of pressure.
The source of that pressure was not the wavering candle above his head, which looked ready to go out at any time, but the series of heavy, rigid footsteps behind him.
The ghost had been following Zhong Shan from beginning to end.
He did not dare look back, did not even dare make unnecessary sounds, and had to avoid any superfluous movements as much as possible.
No one knew the ghost's killing pattern.
Once it truly targeted him, Zhong Shan knew perfectly well that he would never withstand its attack. Even as a Ghost Tamer, he would be killed on the spot within seconds.
"Zhong Shan, hold on. The moment this ghost candle burns out, someone will take over for you. For now, just keep walking straight down this road."
"Someone has already used a Ghost Domain to clear a path for you. You do not need to take a detour."
"The plan