"Did he survive?"
Inside a room in a villa at Guangjiang Residential Area.
The air was filled with the stench of blood and rotting corpses. The agonized screams that had previously echoed through the room had already subsided.
Li Yang lay weakly on the floor, the bones throughout his body twisted and deformed. He had been affected by supernatural power and had nearly been torn apart.
But it had not come to that in the end.
He had endured it. He had controlled his third ghost and found a new balance.
Li Yang panted as he turned his head to look to his right.
An eerie arm that did not belong to him—withered, thin, and covered in corpse spots—had been messily sewn onto him with needle and thread. The joint was a bloody, blackened, foul-smelling mess, as though it had been rotting for several days. No matter how one looked at it, such stitching should have made it impossible for the arm to move again.
Yet the fingers of that bizarre arm twitched faintly. It remained active and had not completely died.
Li Yang was adapting to this terrifying ghost arm.
It would take time. He also needed to gradually adapt to the new supernatural power.
Struggling, he sat up.
Cracking sounds came from within his twisted body—the sound of displaced bones grinding and colliding. But Li Yang only twitched at the corners of his mouth. He had long since become numb to pain.
Even the supernatural could not erode his will. Physical suffering was even less capable of defeating him.
If he had not possessed such a firm desire to live, he would have collapsed long ago after surviving for so long in the world of the Ghost Painting.
"I feel surprisingly good. The restless agitation from all the