Yang Jian's probing attack had not only failed to achieve any effect, but had also tainted him with a curse, forcing him to switch bodies.
But things did not go so smoothly.
The situation had worsened.
The vicious ghosts in opera costumes of various colors had previously kept their eyes closed, but now they had all opened them.
At this moment, even the dumbest person would understand that the vicious ghosts had locked onto Yang Jian.
"We can't let these things keep their eyes on us. Those curses are terrifying, almost identical to the curse from Ghost Lake. No, perhaps even stronger. I suspect Ghost Lake's curse ability was stolen from these vicious ghosts before us." Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he recalled a supernatural incident from when he had dealt with Ghost Lake.
It had been a supernatural county town that appeared around Ghost Lake. There was an opera stage in the town, with rows of red wooden benches set before it.
Li Jun had investigated it back then. Although he had seen the stage, he had not seen anyone performing.
And the group of vicious ghosts before them might have been the ghosts from that stage.
They might have been pieces of the same supernatural puzzle.
Then it was no surprise that Ghost Lake possessed a similar curse.
"We can't keep tangling with them. The opportunity to act has already passed. We have to get away from these things, or we can forget about escaping today."
Without hesitation, Yang Jian took out a pair of eerie, old red scissors wrapped in hair.
They were the Ghost Scissors. They could sever the curses of vicious ghosts, cut off their killing patterns, and could also kill through photographs with curses.
The moment he held the Ghost Scissors, everything before