On Ghost Street.
One by one, the eerie shops gradually closed for the day. But just as he was about to leave, Yang Jian actually saw a living person on this street. Well, someone who could be considered alive.
He tried to call out to the person ahead.
But it was useless.
The person ahead continued walking as if he had not heard him, and would soon leave the street completely.
"No response? That means he didn't accidentally wander in here like I did. He either belongs to this Ghost Street or is a regular visitor." Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.
He quickened his pace and followed.
The tall man, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, continued walking on his own. He showed no reaction at all to Yang Jian rapidly closing in.
"Then I'll test him. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get some secrets about Ping An Ancient Town out of him."
Yang Jian abandoned his previous cautious approach.
He looked at his cold, blackened palm, then stopped and slowly reached toward the man's back.
At this distance, his hand could not touch the man.
However.
This was no ordinary hand. It was the hand of a fierce ghost, possessing terrifying supernatural power.
As the ghost hand appeared.
Cold, blackened hands began reaching out from the ground ahead. They densely covered the street, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Like weeds in a violent wind, the hands swayed and twisted, trying to seize anyone who came near.
Being caught by even one of those hands was enough to kill an ordinary person. Even a true fierce ghost would be significantly suppressed by the ghost hand, because Yang Jian's ghost hand still possessed one quota for suppressing a fierce ghost.
At that moment, all the ghost hands reached toward