In the darkness deep within the cabin, a fierce ghost appeared openly before the two of them and slowly approached with heavy steps.
Even the Ghost Ship's suppression of fierce ghosts did nothing to stop it. It seemed that the ghost before them was completely unaffected and could move freely aboard the Ghost Ship.
"It has its eyes on us. Who goes first? Or should we join forces and deal with this thing together?" Ye Zhen asked with a serious expression.
"I'll handle it. I'll pin it down directly with the coffin nail and give it no chance. We can't get tangled up with this thing for too long under these circumstances. If one ghost can emerge from the Ghost Ship's cabins, then a second and third can emerge as well. We have to deal with it quickly, find the helm, and then figure out how to leave this place as fast as possible," Yang Jian said in a deep voice, still choosing the safest approach.
Ye Zhen nodded. "In that case, let's see what you can do."
As he spoke, he stepped half a pace aside to give Yang Jian room to act.
Holding the red spear, Yang Jian took several steps forward, then stopped and waited for the fierce ghost to come closer.
The ghost's face still bore that strange smile as it walked toward Yang Jian.
But as the distance closed, something bizarre happened. After drawing near, the ghost's already tall body seemed even more enormous, as though it were constantly expanding. And it was not only the fierce ghost's body that was growing—the entire corridor was growing with it.
No, that was wrong. The ghost was not growing bigger. Yang Jian and Ye Zhen were shrinking.
Was it a sensory illusion caused by supernatural interference, or