To be honest, Yang Jian had little desire to meet He Tianxiong. If possible, he would have instantly sent this man, just like Zhang Jian, into the fifth level of the Ghost Domain and erased him from this world.
He would never give him room to speak.
But this lavishly decorated villa had created an obstacle, preventing him from locating He Tianxiong immediately.
"This guy controlled two ghosts. He was at a much higher level than Zhang Jian. Although his ghosts hadn't reached a deadlock state, they could still cause me some trouble." Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly and settled on He Tianxiong's shoulders.
He Tianxiong's shoulders sagged slightly, as though something were weighing on them.
Ordinary eyes could not see the hidden ghost, but his Ghost Eye could see it with perfect clarity.
It was a pair of bare, withered feet covered in corpse spots. One foot stood on each of He Tianxiong's shoulders, as if using him as a stepping stone. Or rather, He Tianxiong had no choice but to support the ghost with his body, preventing its feet from touching the ground.
His gaze shifted upward slightly. Above those withered, corpse-spotted feet was half a body dressed in black cloth trousers. They were not in the style of this era, but resembled an old-fashioned design from decades ago. The somewhat baggy trousers swayed gently, as though the corpse standing on He Tianxiong's shoulders was unsteady.
Yet no matter how He Tianxiong moved, that corpse showed no sign of falling.
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze once it reached the ghost's waist. He did not continue looking, because he knew that if he raised his head any further, the ghost might kill him immediately.
According to Manager Fei's intelligence.
He Tianxiong's codename was Ghost Trampler.
Its killing rule was