The first ghost He Tianxiong had controlled was not the thing standing on his shoulders, but this flesh that had gradually eroded his entire body. Back then, he watched his body rot away bit by bit every day, while things that did not belong to him grew out little by little. Those days of being tortured without being able to die had been the nightmare of his life.
Yet having something like a curse appear on his body was not entirely a bad thing.
He Tianxiong had discovered something extremely bizarre: he could no longer die.
He had jumped from buildings, cracked his skull open in the fall, and had even been sent to a crematorium. Yet he woke up again at night, and his shattered head miraculously healed. The downside was that more of his body had rotted away.
Besides that, He Tianxiong had discovered something else.
If he encountered a ghost, it would absolutely not attack the rotten parts of his body. Even if those parts were attacked, he would not suffer any harm.
It just did not seem very useful unless his entire body rotted away and regrew this corpse-like flesh.
But by then, he would surely be dead.
However, things improved after he controlled his second ghost.
The ghost standing on his shoulders successfully slowed the rate at which his body decayed. He could clearly see that the area beneath his shoulders was still his own healthy flesh. Before the dead feet standing on his shoulders, the erosion had retreated.
In He Tianxiong's view, it did not matter if his body rotted, so long as his head did not. Consciousness was what mattered most.
"Can this body withstand that guy's attack?" He Tianxiong looked at his mangled body, still lacking much confidence.
Unless the ghost standing