"This is bad."
On a dim, deserted road in the outskirts of the city, a quiet murmur rang out. Large amounts of still-wet blood flowed across the ground nearby, and a strange, pungent stench of blood lingered in the cold air.
A man sat weakly by the roadside, gasping for breath. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he gritted his teeth as if desperately enduring some kind of pain.
"An accident still happened in the end. But I truly did my best this time. Who could have expected the ghost Guo Fan released to be so terrifying? I almost couldn't hold on and died here."
In the darkness, Chen Yi slowly raised his head. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the receding mass of darkness in the distance.
Within that darkness was a ghost candle.
Although a price had been paid, the second ghost candle had ultimately been lit.
But the result was far from ideal.
Even now, Chen Yi's heart still pounded in fear when he recalled what had happened. He had been attacked by Guo Fan's ghost, while Zhong Shan, afraid of being killed by the Ghost Painting, had directly blown out the ghost candle. This caused the ghosts that had emerged from the Ghost Painting to lose control for a short time. Though that time had been brief, he had barely survived.
The ghost candle had also been successfully lit by the other Ghost Tamers from Headquarters who were responsible for receiving them.
Yet the situation had not returned to how it was before.
After the second ghost candle was lit, fewer ghosts were drawn over.
Of the five ghosts that had emerged from the Ghost Painting, two had inexplicably vanished. Only three remained following behind the ghost candle.
"The Ghost Domain of the Ghost Painting and