The first attack on the Ping An Building conference room had been that scarlet, eerie light. It came swiftly and without warning, taking away most of the people in the conference room in mere dozens of seconds. Only a few had managed to withstand the attack and survive.
They had thought that after the first attack, they would be safe.
Most of those who met the conditions for a ghost attack had likely already died. The ghost could not possibly keep targeting this place.
Fang Shiming, Jiang Shangbai, and Wu Yun, carrying Liu Dong's severed head, planned to temporarily retreat to the underground safe room beneath Ping An Building.
With the financial power of Friends Circle and the limitless investments from numerous capitalists, building a safe room was hardly difficult.
Yet the second attack was even stranger.
Bluish-black palms, like hands reaching out from a pile of corpses, appeared out of thin air on everyone's bodies. The palms were cold and terrifying, their stiff fingers possessing strength beyond that of ordinary people as they clutched tightly at them, writhing and crawling continuously, making their hair stand on end.
This was an invisible curse, more like a ghost attack erupting from within.
The real ghost seemed to have invaded their bodies at some point earlier, and now it was breaking out.
"Damn it, it's here again." Jiang Shangbai was both shocked and furious.
He felt palms strangling him through his clothes, but the Ghost Shroud he wore blocked the terrible attack, preventing the ghostly palms from invading his body immediately and keeping him safe.
Yet at this moment, he felt utterly stifled.
As someone who had controlled three ghosts, his Ghost Domain was currently suppressed and completely useless. The Ghost Shroud had blocked wave after wave of attacks, but his body