As Yang Jian watched the vicious ghost identical to the captain catch the flying red spear and step across the Ghost Lake toward him, his heart sank, and a powerful sense of danger surged within him.
This ghost's level of terror had already surpassed what he could handle. Even his lethal supernatural attacks had been easily blocked, and his Supernatural Weapon had been taken away.
Without that Supernatural Weapon, Yang Jian had effectively lost his greatest means of attack.
"This ghost is clearly after me, and it doesn't act according to a ghost's killing rules. Otherwise, it wouldn't be clinging to my Supernatural Weapon. As expected, my earlier guess was right. This captain is a ghost with the consciousness of a living person."
Yang Jian took a deep breath and began considering every possible response.
Yet after rapidly going through his options and weighing them against the ghost's current level of terror, he found only one way to deal with it: use the coffin nail to pin it down directly, just as he had dealt with the Starving Ghost back then. After all, the coffin nail had never failed so far.
But—
Yang Jian looked at the coffin nail on the red spear in the ghost's hand.
But that coffin nail no longer belonged to him. It was in the ghost's hands.
"Even if I take back the coffin nail, successfully pinning down this ghost would still be incredibly difficult. It won't give me that chance. If the ghosts released from the Ghost Ship hadn't been unable to kill me this time, this captain probably wouldn't even have shown himself."
"But appearing also means taking a huge risk. While it has a chance to kill me, it also means there's a chance I can imprison it."
"The Ghost Ship coming