At that moment, Tong Qian almost lost control and wanted to laugh.
The Ghost Face's laughter was deadly. Even if Yang Jian could withstand it, it would affect everyone in the entire hospital. If it could not be stopped in time, everyone in the hospital might be killed by the laughter in moments.
Fortunately, Tong Qian realized she was losing control and forcibly stopped it from happening.
She did not laugh out loud and forcibly suppressed the urge to kill.
Yang Jian slowly stopped smiling, his expression calm. "You didn't want to turn your head, did you? But the moment I laughed, it triggered the Ghost Face's killing pattern. That latent instinct affected you and made you turn toward me uncontrollably. At that moment, I think you even wanted to let out that evil ghost's laughter. Once you can no longer restrain yourself to that extent, the evil ghost's instinct will keep growing within you until, in the end, you are consumed by that instinct and become a new evil ghost."
"That is ghost revival. Even anomalies cannot completely avoid it."
A trace of alarm appeared on Tong Qian's face, because Yang Jian was right. Just then, she truly had lost control. No, it was not even loss of control—she had turned her head without being able to help herself.
It was like her own instinct, rather than the evil ghost's killing pattern.
"Captain, what should we do in this situation?" Li Yang asked.
Yang Jian said, "I had that feeling before as well. My body was eroded by the supernatural and began to rot, to the point where seeing a fresh body gave me the urge to replace mine. But the ghost necklace could repair my body and keep it healthy, so that instinct never triggered, allowing me to