The Seventh Layer of Ping An Building.
Ghost fire burned as darkness shrouded the area. The most terrifying supernatural forces collided within this not-so-large floor.
However, the group that had seized the Ghost Painting clearly did not want to remain locked in battle. They used some special method to retreat.
Naturally, Yang Jian and the others understood their intentions. They did not want to let them leave and tried every means to intercept them.
But their enemies were clever. They placed the Ghost Painting in front of them, using the properties of that Supernatural Item to create supernatural interference that prevented the captains' Ghost Domains from affecting them. Yang Jian suffered the greatest interference of all; opening his Ghost Eye was difficult enough at the moment.
He could not peer into that vicious painting.
"Bang!"
Li Lepeng's ambush succeeded. As they retreated, he launched his most terrifying attack and forcibly dragged back one of the people who had been about to leave.
"This is bad. Song Xinhai was left behind."
A vague voice came from the lingering wisp of darkness.
"He's already dead. It's too late. We've obtained the Ghost Painting, so don't get entangled with them. If this continues, even more people will die."
Another cold voice replied, with no intention of staying.
"Yang, you dared to set your dog on me. We're not done with this."
Chen Qiaoyang's voice echoed with hatred, but the fact that he could speak showed that the vicious dog had not dragged him into a dream.
Then who had the vicious dog attacked?
"There won't be a next time. You're staying here today."
Liu San seemed to have sensed all this in advance. He made his move.
Beneath the peeling yellow paper, a withered, eerie arm was revealed. That arm forcibly grabbed the