At that moment, Yang Jian had found the killing pattern of the silent supernatural incident, and he had also triggered it.
A streetlamp nearby flickered with a hiss. Some terrifying supernatural phenomenon was about to arrive.
Yang Jian looked toward the flickering light and waited silently for the ghost to come. He now had the means to fight a ghost and would not be as afraid or retreat as he had been before.
"Cao Yang said the ghost in this supernatural incident was unusual and very difficult to contain completely. I wonder what the exact reason is."
He considered what method he should use to handle this supernatural incident.
As he thought, water stains appeared beneath Yang Jian's feet. The stains continued spreading until they formed a pool of water.
A cold floating corpse drifted beneath the water, and a golden, cracked spear emerged from the pool.
At the same time.
Beneath an extinguished streetlamp, where a mass of shadows had gathered, a strange figure suddenly appeared.
It was a girl in a dress, her body covered in bruises and dirt. Yet the girl had only two pitch-black, hollow eye sockets—no nose, no mouth. It seemed her ears were the only means she had of connecting with the outside world.
The strange girl stood beneath the shadows, peering toward Yang Jian as though she had already set her sights on him.
"Has it appeared?"
Yang Jian peered with his Ghost Eye and immediately locked onto the ghost beneath the streetlamp. He reached out and seized the cracked spear, gripping it tightly before hurling it out without a moment's hesitation.
He was incredibly strong, and the spear flew at an astonishing speed.
In almost the blink of an eye, the cracked spear accurately pierced through the strange girl's body, pinning her