"Gone?"
Yang Jian, one hand braced against the wall, slowly lowered the rusty hatchet in his hand, disbelief written across his face.
He had just seen the source of the bloody handprints. It had not been an illusion. One by one, the people killed by the vicious ghosts seemed to have become part of the curse of the bloody handprints, covering the entire corridor and even attacking him.
Yang Jian had immediately counterattacked. He clearly remembered striking one of the ghosts on the arm.
At that moment.
Every ghost in the corridor had vanished, and the bloody handprints on the walls had dispersed as though they had never existed.
The ghosts had retreated at that moment, with no sign of appearing again.
"Is this the effect of this supernatural item?" Yang Jian looked down at it, more astonished than when he had first obtained the coffin nail.
The coffin nail in the forehead of the Starving Ghost could only pin down a ghost, completely robbing it of its ability to move.
Yet the hatchet in his hand could drive back ghosts head-on, even directly dismember them. And the method of using it was very simple: it required contact with a medium.
Complete footprints and complete palm prints both seemed to work. As for whether there were other media that could trigger it, Yang Jian did not know. He had only used it once so far.
Very soon.
Yang Jian seemed to realize something. He immediately put the rusty, eerie hatchet back into the box that had held the burial cloth and closed the lid.
"Could using this supernatural item bring some terrible curse like the music box? Or would it require paying a huge price?"
He had not let the power of this supernatural item cloud his judgment. Yang Jian