Yang Jian woke up and immediately took action without hesitation. He dismembered the fierce ghost before him, and ghost fire enveloped the entire second floor of the wooden house. No matter what, he had to stabilize the situation first.
"Liu Qi, how are you? Can you still talk?"
After confirming that there was no immediate danger nearby, Yang Jian asked about his condition.
Liu Qi was lying facedown on the floor. Although his body had been chewed into a complete mess, the tenacious vitality of a Ghost Tamer kept him alive.
"I'm fine. It's much better than last time. My body was just nearly eaten away."
Liu Qi let out a slight breath of relief. "Luckily, you woke up. Just now, I saw that fierce ghost trying to take all the supernatural power from your body. I was really afraid it would succeed. If you'd woken up any later, we really would have been wiped out here."
"Sorry. I thought I could help with my abilities, but I ended up dragging you down instead. Now I'm being restrained by the supernatural and can't move."
"Don't worry. Leave it to me."
Yang Jian quickly walked over. He directly pulled several strands of hair from Liu Qi's head, then took out an old pair of red scissors.
Against this kind of invisible supernatural influence, Ghost Scissors were the most useful.
Although using them each time might contaminate him with a new curse, this was no time to worry about that.
He wrapped Liu Qi's hair around Ghost Scissors. Using the hair as a medium, he could see distinct and unusual threads on Liu Qi's body. These threads were densely intertwined like a spiderweb, binding Liu Qi within it, while their other ends extended into the floorboards.
No, that wasn't right. The threads