Wang Yue's Death

Few Ghost Tamer who survive paranormal events are simpletons.

Yang Jian neither underestimated nor belittled Wang Yue; otherwise, he wouldn't have coerced Tong Qian into helping him.

Just as the old hemp rope around Wang Yue's neck suddenly began to wriggle strangely and shrink again, causing him excruciating pain, Yang Jian sensed something was wrong.

This is the effect of using the power of a vengeful spirit.

Now.

He suddenly felt a chilling sensation on his neck, a sensation that made his pores contract instantly and his body hair stand on end.

Almost instinctively, Yang Jian's Ghost Eye snapped open.

He doesn't have many Ghost Eye left.

Five eyes remained on the ghostly figure, but currently only the two Ghost Eye, one at the front and one at the back of its head, remain.

At that moment, both Ghost Eye opened simultaneously, one looking forward and the other looking backward.

However, there were no abnormalities before or after.

"Yang Jian, be careful!" Tong Qian suddenly warned, as if she had seen something.

The next moment.

Yang Jian felt a terrifying force coming from his neck, along with a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness.

He glanced down.

Without him even realizing it, a straw rope was around his neck, its two ends hanging in mid-air. It felt as if an invisible hand was pulling the rope hard, trying to strangle him to death. Before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck, as if he had already lost all feeling.

"Suffocation must feel terrible, Yang Jian."

Wang Yue slowly stood up; "Bound by the ghost rope, even a vengeful ghost can't break free. You've only delayed the vengeful ghost's resurgence by controlling two ghosts. If it really comes down to a fight, there's not much difference between killing someone with one ghost and killing someone with two ghosts."

"I'll just strangle you today, since I don't expect you to take me out of here anyway."

Yang Jian was suffocating and unable to speak. He was starting to feel oxygen-deprived, and if this continued, he would be strangled to death in less than five seconds.

However, at that moment, a gash appeared on his neck, and his skin and flesh were ripped open.

Two scarlet Ghost Eye suddenly appeared, emitting a red glow.

Under the red light, the straw rope that had been tightening slowly began to loosen.

"Huh?" Wang Yue was startled upon seeing this.

"Cough, cough cough."

Yang Jian coughed painfully twice, feeling some sensation return to his neck, and was able to breathe again with difficulty.

"Those are... Ghost Eye?" Wang Yue immediately noticed the two eerie eyes on Yang Jian's neck.

It is the power of the Ghost Eye that is resisting the demon rope.

"You think you can kill me so easily? You're being far too naive."

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and somewhat ferocious. "It is indeed an unsolvable ability. Without the slightest warning, the force that tried to strangle me just now must have been a ghost, an invisible ghost parasitizing this rope, a being without a physical form."

"However, your abilities are limited, and this is all you can do. After all, you're just a ghost."

"Really? I don't believe it." A hint of madness flashed in Wang Yue's eyes; "Then let's see who dies first."

As the words fell, the rope wrapped around his neck tightened again.

"Snap, snap!"

Yang Jian could even hear the sound of his neck bones breaking, and at the same time, he could clearly feel the straw rope around his neck tightening.

The two Ghost Eye couldn't withstand the eeriness of the rope.

"You're risking your life?" His gaze was icy. "You think you can kill me before the vengeful ghost resurrects? Naïve."

He realized the consequences of using the ghost rope.

That means they'll keep tightening the noose around Wang Yue's neck, and sooner or later they'll strangle him to death.

However, Wang Yue had already used the power of the vengeful spirit multiple times before, and the rope around his neck was almost at its limit. If this continued, he would probably be close to death.

Yang Jian would not do as he wished.

As the rope tightened again, a dark shadow stood up behind him.

Like someone hiding in the shadows.

This person only has a neck, not a head.

A headless ghostly figure.

This is the second ghost that Yang Jian has controlled.

At this moment, after the headless ghost stood up, the hands, which seemed to be formed from darkness, slowly reached up to his neck, grabbed the straw rope, and then pulled it off bit by bit.

The strange force that had been tightening around him was no match for the power of the headless ghost, and began to loosen rapidly.

"No, impossible." Wang Yue stared wide-eyed at the rope around Yang Jian's neck that was gradually loosening.

"Nothing is impossible. If I lose, what's the point of me controlling two ghosts?" Yang Jian.

Wang Yue's face was now flushed and pale; he felt as if his neck was about to be snapped.

The power of the vengeful ghost is turning against itself.

"Since I can't beat you, let's die together. Even if I die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost, you won't get away with it either." Wang Yue was making a desperate gamble.

He had no way out; Yang Jian had no intention of letting him go, so this was the only thing he could do.

The next moment.

Yang Jian saw that Wang Yue's skin gradually turned pale, like a bloodless corpse. His feet slowly rose up, and he was finally hanging in mid-air. Although he was still struggling, it was clear that the rope around his neck was about to strangle him.

I have a strong premonition.

Once he is strangled to death, Wang Yue will be replaced and become a ghost's substitute.

At the same time, Yang Jian also felt that the ghostly figure behind him was losing its grip on the rope around his neck.

If Wang Yue is killed by a ghost, then he is very likely to be buried with him.

Yang Jian tried to move, but found that even his movements seemed to be bound, his body frozen in place, unable to move.

"At this moment, it's no longer Wang Yue controlling the ghost rope, but that ghost itself. Does it want to use the moment when the vengeful spirit revives to kill me? To drag me down with it?"

He immediately understood Wang Yue's intention.

This is clearly a case of trying to drag someone down with them before they die.

If he couldn't handle Yang Jian, he would let himself die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost, allowing a real ghost to deal with Yang Jian. Even if Yang Jian controlled two ghosts, they wouldn't be as effective as a ghost that was unrestrained and fully resurrected.

It is indeed a crazy, yet very useful, method.

"Tong Qian, kill him beforehand, or we'll all die here," Yang Jian said immediately.

Instead of fighting to the death, he asked Tong Qian for help, thinking it unnecessary for him to overuse his ghostly power and fight a ghost that was reviving.

"Good."

Tong Qian was also quite decisive. She immediately untied her long black hair, revealing a pale, androgynous face behind her head.

The ghost face wore a smile, eerie and sinister.

"Giggle, giggle~!"

The ghost face opened its mouth and let out a strange laugh at Wang Yue, who was about to be strangled to death.

The next moment.

Wang Yue, whose neck had been drooping, suddenly raised his head and smiled at the ghost face, chuckling softly.

He died immediately after laughing.

Wang Yue, who had stopped breathing, was now frozen in place, still wearing that smile, which was exactly the same as the smile on the ghost's face, eerie and sinister.

"It worked, he's dead." Tong Qian turned around, covered the ghost face with her hair, and tied her hair back into a ponytail.

"Of course he'll die. The power of the vengeful ghost is all on me. Killing him now will be a piece of cake." Yang Jian felt the pressure on his neck loosen slightly.

The ghostly figure suddenly yanked.

The ghost rope broke free from his neck and fell to the ground.

But it vanished immediately.

Wang Yue, who died with a stiff smile, was eerily suspended in mid-air, with one end of the rope tied to a nearby street lamp, his body swaying precariously in mid-air.

It looked like he had hanged himself.

However, the next moment...

Ah~!

Screams erupted from the survivors gathered around the car behind them.

A survivor was suddenly bound by a rope around his neck, lifted off the ground, and hung in mid-air.

"What?" Tong Qian turned around abruptly.

But then, countless straw ropes hung down from the dark sky, each with a noose at the end. The ropes swayed in mid-air, and as soon as they touched a person, they would stick to their neck and be suddenly tied up, lifting the person off the ground.

In just a short while.

Four or five survivors were entangled by the ghost ropes and hung in mid-air, struggling in agony.

Moreover, as time went by, ropes hung down along the entire street, swaying precariously, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Each rope, like a vengeful ghost, dangles through the city.