The atmosphere in the room was tense. The conflict between them had reached a point where reconciliation was impossible.
The source of this conflict was rather strange. It was merely because Yang Jian suspected Zhu Jian was a ghost. Of course, that suspicion was not without reason. Earlier, in the corridor, they had seen another Zhu Jian.
However, Dong Yulan and the others had no way to prove that the current Zhu Jian was truly fine.
They had separated while escaping earlier, and no one knew what had happened to the others during that time.
So it was possible that Zhu Jian had truly been replaced by a ghost.
Everyone stared at Yang Jian, their nerves stretched to the limit.
Supernatural confrontations often decided victory and death in an instant. There would be no back-and-forth exchanges.
"Whether you're human or ghost, we'll know as soon as we fight."
Yang Jian held the cracked spear in his hand. He did not attack immediately, but approached Zhu Jian step by step with a cold expression.
"Let's fight them. There are three of them, and three of us. If we really fight, we might not necessarily lose."
Zhu Jian shouted, hoping Dong Yulan and Wang Genquan would help him.
But Dong Yulan and Wang Genquan did not dare act rashly.
Only Yang Jian could break this balance. If they attacked directly, there would truly be no turning back.
After all, they had their own doubts as well.
What if Zhu Jian really was a ghost?
"What are you waiting for? You don't really suspect that I'm a ghost, do you? If I die, you'll be the ones dying next. A Nan has already been killed by Yang Jian. He has no intention of letting cursed people like us go. His goal is to