Stifling heat. Suffocation.
It felt impossible to breathe.
The body bag was not completely sealed, with a few gaps left for air circulation. After all, Yang Jian still needed to breathe. Though he did not know whether a Ghost Tamer could suffocate to death, it was better not to test something like that lightly.
Staying inside the body bag was uncomfortable.
But for the sake of his life, he could only endure it.
Who knew how many ghosts were outside now? Three Ghost Tamers had died already, and the ghosts inside their bodies had surely been released. Besides those, there was the Plague Ghost, the fierce ghost, the Headless Ghost Shadow, Zhang Yiming, and Zhang Han.
Huanggang Village had now become a gathering place for malicious ghosts.
Trying to survive in a place like this was no longer realistic. Analyzing their patterns of movement or methods of killing was useless now.
The horror level was too high, beyond what he could handle.
Yang Jian was drenched in sweat inside the body bag. In the darkness, all he could hear was his own heavy breathing. Outside was frighteningly quiet, without the slightest sound.
At this moment, he rather hoped there would be no movement outside.
If there was, it definitely would not be a person.
So he lay quietly inside the body bag and waited.
Waited for some kind of turning point.
If releasing the Headless Ghost Shadow earlier had worked, then a turning point would surely come.
Conversely, if things had not improved and instead became worse, Yang Jian might be trapped here until he died.
He turned on his phone and checked the time.
It displayed 10:20.
This was not nighttime, but morning. In reality, it should still have been daytime in this village.
Yet if he went outside