Had Yang Jian gone mad?
He had not.
He was merely gambling—gambling that his guess was correct.
Before this, he had been unable to make up his mind, which was why he had taken steps to break the balance. However, there was still a mystery surrounding the old woman.
Why had that old woman used a cough to mislead them?
If the Plague Ghost really existed, then doing so would have meant she had actively broken the balance herself. That clearly did not match the previous situation.
Though he had doubts, now was not the time to think about them. What mattered now was how to stay alive.
"It's out~!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath as he watched the black shadow emerge from the golden box before him.
The black shadow shifted across the ground like a cloud of black smoke. It had no definite form, like a shadow.
"What kind of ghost is this?"
Zhang Yiming was filled with vigilance, ready to use the power of his fierce ghost at any moment.
Zhang Han's body had also begun to show abnormalities. The ghost behind him could emerge at any time.
"I don't want to tell you. Although I made a small mistake in all this, most of the blame for this situation lies with you. Because you doubted me from the start, you made a wrong move. Besides, knowing information about this ghost is no longer important in the current situation," Yang Jian said coldly.
"Uh..."
The two of them felt frustrated. At a time like this, he was still being so petty?
Yang Jian was not being petty. He wanted to keep something in reserve.
He could not let these two interfere with his plan again.
Although they had not been much help in Huanggang Village, they