As Yang Jian and the others sank into Ghost Lake one after another before breaking free and leaving, the process seemed to have triggered some unforeseeable change.
The vicious ghosts within Ghost Lake seemed to have learned some kind of supernatural ability from them.
This was probably not theft, because Liu San had said himself that his supernatural power could not be stolen. The so-called paper figures were created through some supernatural method. Without sufficient materials, there was simply no way to make new paper figures.
So the vicious ghosts in Ghost Lake were more likely imitating him.
But Ghost Tamers were restricted in many ways when using their supernatural powers. Vicious ghosts were not.
"That thing seems to be getting out of control. Their numbers are still increasing."
A Hong watched more and more bizarre female corpses emerge from the buildings on the water's surface, and unease began to show on her face.
"At least several hundred of them." Cao Yang's gaze shifted slightly. "That vicious ghost has learned an incredible ability. At this rate, their numbers will soon break a thousand. Those things could wear us to death through sheer numbers alone, and we can't just ignore them. If we do, once these ghostly things scatter everywhere, it won't just be a matter of locking down a few dozen miles. Everything within several hundred miles will be affected."
"Liu San, your paper figures can't do something like this, can they?"
Liu San's expression had remained grim. "Do you take me for Jesus? If I had over a thousand paper figures, would I feel heartache every time one died? What supernatural incident couldn't I handle?"
"With so many of them, they definitely can't be real ghosts. They're probably Ghost Slaves or something similar. They should be easy to deal