At that moment, Zhang Xianguang finally bared his terrifying fangs.
Not only was his plan horrifying, but the strength he displayed was equally despair-inducing.
Never before had a Ghost Tamer in the supernatural world displayed such paranormal power. Even from that brief contact, everyone had already formed a rough assessment: the gap between them and Zhang Xianguang was enormous, at least an entire level apart.
And now, five Zhang Xianguangs had joined forces against them.
What was more, the surroundings were being swallowed by darkness. Within that darkness lurked a terrifying ghost as well—the Ghost Messenger.
"The Ghost Messenger isn't here to attack us. It's here to trap and restrict us, to keep us from scattering. Wei Jing, can you be sure the Ghost Messenger's suppression quota is definitely nine?" Liu San asked uneasily, gritting his teeth.
The appearance of the Ghost Messenger had affected his paper figures too greatly.
The moment the paper figures approached, they would immediately be erased by the Ghost Messenger. So he needed to know the exact number before having the paper figures gather and come here.
Wei Jing explained blankly, "The Ghost Messenger's suppression quota was nine after it left the training base. But after the subsequent supernatural incidents, its exact quota can no longer be confirmed. What I can confirm is that my suppression quota is nine, so the Ghost Messenger is probably the same. Some uncertain change caused its suppression quota to remain at that number."
He gave his reasoning.
"Fine. I'll trust you this once." Liu San asked no more.
"He Yin'er, summon the souls. Now," Yang Jian said, glancing at her.
"I don't need you to remind me."
He Yin'er took a deep breath and immediately removed the cord from her wrist. She also pulled an old wooden comb and