At that moment, Yang Jian and the others could clearly sense that the ghost lurking in the shadows was different from the ghosts in other supernatural incidents. This ghost did not kill often, nor did it intend to cause a large-scale supernatural event. It was following certain rules.
It wanted to achieve some purpose.
But this time, the ghost's opponent was not Zhao Kaiming. It was Yang Jian.
For a ghost, trying to achieve its purpose through Yang Jian was no easy task either.
However, the contest had only just begun.
Several hundred people had flooded into the Peace Hotel.
The ghost wanted to use its advantage in numbers to break Yang Jian's trap, and it was prepared to fulfill Zhang Wei's wish at any moment. Once the wish was granted, one of Zhang Wei's relatives would die.
"Brother Leg, I'm counting on you. I believe you can deal with this ghost thing. I'm still young—I don't want to become an orphan," Zhang Wei said nervously.
Nineteen plates of egg fried rice sat before him. One more plate, and one of his relatives would die. No one could stay calm under those circumstances.
"Don't worry. Your relatives won't die that easily. The ghost could have delivered the final plate of egg fried rice just now, fulfilled your wish, and killed one of your relatives. But as Yang Jian said, one wish means one dead relative. Once the ghost kills one of your relatives, it will no longer be able to use your family to threaten us."
Wang Shanshan said coldly, "To a ghost, killing one more person or one less person makes no difference. So before it wants to lose that bargaining chip, it won't casually deliver that last plate of egg fried rice."
"It's increasing its bargaining chips."
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