A ruptured stomach, thick blackened blood, and two headless corpses.
The outcome of Zhou Zheng and Zhao Kaiming suddenly arriving and attacking Yang Jian for unreasonable reasons was easy to imagine.
Yang Jian stood to one side with a cold expression, staring at a certain nonexistent, chilling figure before him.
Just moments ago, he had killed Zhao Kaiming right in front of the Wishing Ghost without any suspense. Now that it had lost its host, the Wishing Ghost was no longer bound. Under normal circumstances, it would continue seeking out its next unlucky host, but before Zhao Kaiming died, he had wished for the ghost to kill Yang Jian.
Yang Jian wanted to know whether, now that its host was gone, the Wishing Ghost would still fulfill that request.
However, the Wishing Ghost did not do so.
After the chilling aura circled the area once, it rapidly retreated. The ghost had not fulfilled Zhao Kaiming's wish by killing Yang Jian after his death.
"Good that it left. Looks like I can save myself some unnecessary trouble."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. Only after he sensed the chilling aura around him completely dissipate did he relax.
Wang Shanshan glanced at the two corpses on the ground. There was no expression on her pale face; she was exceptionally calm. "Ghost Child inherited the parchment and wrote that message, telling you to kill familiar people. That won't be easy. Leaving aside whether those people are dangerous, some of those familiar people must involve our relatives and friends."
"Even if we know this world may have been created by the supernatural, actually doing it won't be easy."
To personally wipe out all their relatives and friends—how utterly heartless would someone have to be to do something like that? Wang Shanshan might have been aloof,