Wang Xiaoqiang's Ghost

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two shots rang out several seconds apart, indicating that the firing speed was not fast.

But those two shots were extremely effective.

In an instant, two highly skilled professionals fell to the ground.

"With this level of skill, none of you will leave here alive today."

Yang Jian glanced at the two corpses on the ground, then pointed his gun at the third person; "So if you have any skills, use them quickly. Don't hold back, or this will be the fate of the rest of you."

At this moment, everyone else showed signs of panic.

From what we've seen so far, Yang Jian's abilities are truly bizarre.

Specialized weapons couldn't harm him at all, and his shot was impossible to dodge; even if someone hid under a table, they couldn't escape having their head blown off.

"Illusion! What you're seeing is all an illusion! Don't be fooled! The person sitting in front of you is just a fake. The real one is hiding somewhere else!" Suddenly, at that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang shouted in a deep voice, immediately reminding everyone.

Whether these people can take down Yang Jian or not is irrelevant.

If we can deal with them, that would be best; if not, at least we can use them as cannon fodder and help us figure out Yang Jian's background.

This is important.

Hallucination?

Upon receiving this news, Lei Hu suddenly pulled out a smoke grenade from his waist, immediately pulled the pin, and threw it on the ground.

The next moment.

A faint golden haze spread out.

"What is this? Can someone kindly explain it to me?" Yang Jian, sitting at the table, was somewhat unsteady on his feet.

It felt like a signal that had been affected, as if it was about to disappear.

"It's just a specially made smoke grenade, containing gold, specifically designed to reveal unseen ghosts. It's especially useful in this confined space. No wonder those dozens of bullets didn't bother you at all; it was just our hallucination. You're quite a troublesome guy," Lei Hu said coldly, glancing around.

He didn't care about leaking information; if he could use this opportunity to determine Yang Jian's location, that would be ideal.

"So that's how it is. Such good equipment! I didn't even see it online. I wonder how much it costs. It must be very expensive."

Yang Jian's voice came from another place, not from the table.

"There it is!" Lei Hu shouted.

The other two immediately took out their crossbows and fired two arrows.

"Beep! Beep!"

The sound of an arrow piercing the door panel rang out, and a figure stood motionless in the golden smoke, seemingly nailed to the spot.

"Whoosh, whoosh~!"

Just to be on the safe side, the two men fired several more arrows, and only when they were completely certain that the man was nailed to the ground did they dare to cautiously approach.

Be careful.

The two men were extremely cautious, slowly approaching with weapons in hand.

But when they got closer, they suddenly realized that the person nailed to the door was not Yang Jian at all, but one of the club's general managers.

The boss had two arrows stuck in his head, killing him instantly, and had multiple arrow wounds on his body.

He died a very tragic death.

"But do you really think a smoke bomb can reveal me? You ordinary people have all gone crazy for money. When did you start thinking you could kill a Ghost Tamer?" Yang Jian appeared behind them, now holding another gun he had picked up from the ground.

Two guns were pressed against the back of the two men's heads.

The cold, metallic touch made them tense up, and they broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yang, Yang Jian, we're just doing this for money, please let us off the hook. We admit defeat this time, and we promise we'll never go against you again." They raised their hands and begged for mercy.

"Okay," Yang Jian.

The two were overjoyed.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and two bodies were thrown into the air.

"I'm not in the mood for this life, I'll forgive you in the next," Yang Jian said coldly.

Once you enter the Ghost Domain, no one here can leave.

His current Ghost Domain can easily cover the entire conference hall; from the moment he enters, these people have already entered his Ghost Domain.

It's ridiculous that no one has noticed until now.

It must be said that this ability is indeed unsolvable.

"Then next." Yang Jian looked for other targets.

Upon witnessing this scene...

Wang Xiaoqiang could no longer sit still.

If this continues, Yang Jian will kill them all. His ability is too effective against ordinary people. In the eyes of ordinary people, he can manipulate everyone with just this illusion.

Let alone dealing with him, even surviving Yang Jian's clutches would be an enormous challenge.

"As expected, to deal with the Ghost Tamer, the Ghost Tamer in." Wang Xiaoqiang walked into the smoke with a cold face, heading straight for the location where the gunshot had rang out.

As he walked, he took off his expensive suit jacket and shirt.

Wang Xiaoqiang was shirtless.

What kind of body was it? Bluish-black chunks of flesh, old skin covered in lividity, and deathly pale skin devoid of any color.

Three or four inhuman body parts were forcibly sewn together with gold thread.

Moreover, although the stitches were tight, the wound could not heal, just like the bodies of different creatures pieced together, which could never heal.

An ordinary person would have died long ago in that condition.

But Wang Xiaoqiang did not die; on the contrary, he is still alive and well, and there is no sign of the vengeful ghost resurrecting.

Strictly speaking, he was not a true Ghost Tamer and did not control any vengeful ghosts.

He was a product of the laboratory, a man-made existence, and all of this was thanks to his biological older brother, Wang Xiaoming.

That is, the internationally renowned Professor Bruce Pea.

Just as Wang Xiaoqiang was walking towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, who was inside the Ghost Domain, strangely felt that his Ghost Domain was shrinking, as if it was being forcibly suppressed by something, and the range of its influence could not be expanded.

"Um?"

Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoqiang.

"I don't care what abilities you have, but since I've already made my move, even if I can't necessarily kill you, imprisoning you is no problem," Wang Xiaoming said coldly.

"Thud~!"

As he walked, a gruesome piece of flesh fell to the ground.

Keep walking.

Another piece of flesh fell from Wang Xiaoming's body.

The gold stitches had come undone, revealing a large missing piece on his body, making him look both eerie and terrifying.

And just as his flesh and blood fell to the ground.

Amidst the still-lingering golden smoke, a blurry humanoid silhouette suddenly appeared.

The man picked up the blood and flesh from the ground and then slowly followed behind Wang Xiaoqiang.

Obviously.

The thing following him at this moment could definitely not be a human.

It's a ghost.

A real ghost.