Yang Jian wanted to deal with this supernatural incident as quickly as possible, so his actions were bold now, almost reckless.
Lighting a white ghost candle within the fourth layer of the Ghost Domain inside the Ghost Umbrella and actively drawing the ghosts over was something Yang Jian would never have done in the past, because he would not have so readily put himself in danger.
But things were different now.
The supernatural power he possessed had surpassed what he had had before. Moreover, he knew the Ghost Umbrella's method of killing, and he held a powerful Supernatural Weapon in his hand. All of that gave him considerable confidence.
As the white ghost candle burned,
something began to stir behind the surrounding dilapidated, scattered old houses. Amid faint noises sounding through the rain, a strange figure holding a Black Umbrella, its entire body shrouded in thin black gauze, slowly emerged and steadily drew closer to Yang Jian.
Unlike the ghost on the third layer, the ghost on the fourth layer was soaked through despite holding an umbrella, with droplets occasionally falling from it. It looked as though it had wandered this rainy world for a very long time.
"Good."
Yang Jian showed no fear and instead walked straight toward it.
However, the burning white ghost candle had not merely attracted one ghost. Several strange figures holding umbrellas appeared one after another from behind the other collapsed houses. As time passed, more and more of them emerged, even outnumbering those on the third layer.
In truth, there were quite a few ghosts on this level. They were usually too scattered to be easily noticed, but now that the ghost candle had drawn them together, their numbers naturally seemed much greater.
Just as before, Yang Jian walked directly up to the ghost.