Yang Jian's expression was grim. His body was soaked through, seeming to gradually melt away.
He had merely restarted a large area by thirty seconds, yet the Ghost Lake's supernatural power already seemed to be completely losing balance, rapidly eroding him. But he could not refrain from using the Ghost Lake's power either, or else the Ghost Eye's revival would kill him on the spot.
Although Yang Jian was now an anomaly.
The premise of that anomaly was that the only ghost Yang Jian had controlled was the Ghost Shadow.
The other ghosts had not crashed. They still had the possibility of reviving.
Some supernatural powers could be suppressed by the Ghost Shadow, such as the Ghost Hand and the Music Box Curse, which was why those powers would not harm Yang Jian.
But some supernatural powers could not be suppressed by the Ghost Shadow, such as the Ghost Eye, the Ghost Lake's power, and the vicious dog stored within his memories.
If Yang Jian did not want to abandon those supernatural powers, he had to find other ways to restrain and counter them.
At that moment.
A cluster of flame lit up in the dim corridor.
Tong Qian lit a red ghost candle. Its eerie green flame flickered, filled with a strange and sinister aura.
Yet beneath that firelight, she felt utterly safe.
As long as the candle had not gone out, no ghost could kill her.
That was the ghost candle's effect.
At least, it had never failed so far.
"Just passing through one door requires lighting a ghost candle. What exactly is behind that door?"
Tong Qian felt inexplicably nervous as she glanced at the room ahead with its open door.
There were no lights inside. It was pitch-black, and she could see nothing.
But she did