"Every female corpse had a different face, and the other female corpses couldn't be affected by the firewood axe. Even after being nailed down with coffin nails, they wouldn't dissipate. Without a doubt, every female corpse was a fierce ghost. Liu San's earlier guess was true, but that wasn't all."
"If there were really only one fierce ghost in Ghost Lake, then I would have chopped all these female corpses to pieces with a single strike."
Yang Jian stared silently at the cold female corpse before him, which had been severed into two halves.
A savage gash had also appeared on his body, piercing straight through him.
The firewood axe's curse was terrifying.
Yang Jian could only endure it; he couldn't resist it. He could use the Ghost Shadow's traits to wait for time to slowly restore him, or have the Ghost Eye restart and erase the effects. He couldn't use this Supernatural Weapon without limit.
He slowly retreated.
The thought in his mind gradually took shape.
Yang Jian began to understand what exactly the ghost in Ghost Lake was, why it had never shown itself from beginning to end, why the coffin within Ghost Lake contained Captain Yinzi's likeness, and why Shen Lin had been eroded by Ghost Lake.
His brief contemplation was interrupted.
A wet, icy palm grabbed Yang Jian's wrist. With that touch alone, flesh and blood began to melt away, turning into corpse water that continuously dripped into the pooled water beneath his feet.
Reacting sharply, Yang Jian immediately reached out with his ghost hand and grabbed the female corpse by the throat.
The suppression of the ghost hand was still in effect.
But the female corpse merely froze in place, unable to move. The rate at which his body melted, however, did not slow in