Yang Jian had never expected that a supernatural incident he encountered here would be connected to something from the past. The odds were simply too low, considering this ghost had come down from the Ghost Ship and had not originally been here.
But this was not the time to think about that.
The ghost had yet to be contained.
Although it had been pinned down by the coffin nail, the supernatural phenomena around it persisted, and the danger had not been eliminated.
Yang Jian stared at the corpse pierced by the coffin nail. He discovered that, after being pinned down, black liquid had begun continuously seeping out of it. As time passed, more and more liquid seeped out, and the entire corpse was melting at a visible rate.
The black liquid spread through the room, and the stench of decay in the air grew increasingly thick.
Only a moment passed.
The entire corpse had completely melted away, leaving only a red spear standing where it had been.
After spreading out, the black liquid gradually sank into the floor, as though it had merged with the room itself.
Once these abnormalities vanished, strange sounds came from the room again. Then the sounds stopped, and distinct footsteps rang out.
Yang Jian's expression hardened. He pulled out the red spear and looked toward the room.
Sure enough.
Accompanied by the footsteps, a cold figure wandered out. However, this figure was no longer drenched. The lake water that had clung to its icy body had completely disappeared. This proved that the newly emerged ghost was not the same one that had melted after being pinned down.
The ghost entered the living room.
It stood only a few meters away from Yang Jian.
Yet it still did not attack him. It merely stood there numbly