Containing the Ghost Rope

The once deserted streets, where only Yang Jian, Tong Qian, and a few other survivors preparing to leave, were transformed by Wang Yue's death.

On the deserted road, countless old, stinking straw ropes hung down from the dim sky. Each rope had a loop at the end. These ropes drifted in every corner of this Ghost Domain, sometimes beside the road, sometimes inside shops, and sometimes even inside carriages.

Moreover, the sheer number of hanging ropes was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Even without counting, it's clear that there are at least tens of thousands of ropes, and the number seems to be increasing.

Such an ability was something the deceased Wang Yue could never have achieved.

He probably only has a few ropes at his disposal.

"Wang Yue is dead, and the vengeful ghost inside him has revived." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, immediately understanding the situation.

At that moment, a rope swayed down from the dim sky, flying towards him, trying to lasso his neck and hang him, but it was suddenly grabbed by the ghostly figure behind him.

The ghostly figure yanked hard, and the straw rope fell, turning into dust and vanishing without a trace.

The rope isn't real; it's a manifestation of the power of a vengeful ghost. But to ordinary people, there's no difference between the fake and the real.

You can still hang yourself.

Yang Jian's actions seemed to have angered the other hanging ropes, and now more and more straw ropes were floating towards his position.

The ropes around them became increasingly dense.

"What do we do now?" Tong Qian asked in a panic.

Just when one problem seemed to be resolved, another arose. Before the Door-Knocking Ghost was even solved, another supernatural event occurred.

If we don't find a way out, soon everyone will be hanged here.

Yang Jian remained calm. "It's simple. Imprison this ghost, resolve the ghost rope incident, and all of this will naturally disappear. Besides, this thing is very helpful to me."

A rope that can hang people and also bind other ghosts—if I could obtain it, it would be of immense help in my future actions.

After saying that, he immediately returned to the car.

"We... we won't die, will we?"

Jiang Yan was pale and trembling with nervousness in the carriage. When she saw Yang Jian walk back, she asked him cautiously.

"No, it's just a minor issue," Yang Jian.

Minor issue?

The female saleswoman standing nearby was almost in tears from fright.

Straw ropes started falling from the sky; anyone who touched one was immediately hoisted up and hanged to death. But that was a minor problem.

Yang Jian returned to the driver's seat and lit the ghost candle.

Green flames flickered, and the ropes that were floating around were immediately swung away by an unseen force, saving even the survivors who were being hoisted up, who were immediately thrown to the ground from mid-air.

"Are there any gold artifacts that have been contained?" Yang Jian asked, holding the ghost candle.

"I prepared a resealable bag," Tong Qian said.

As she spoke, she took out a small package from her person, which, when opened, revealed a golden handbag.

Although it's a tote bag, it's specially made with a closure, so it can hold some strange things.

"Very good, take Ghost Candle. I'll go cut that rope. Once I succeed, we'll leave here." Yang Jian took the bag and temporarily handed Ghost Candle to Tong Qian.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need, you've already helped," Yang Jian.

After saying that, he stepped out of the area illuminated by the candlelight and went directly to Wang Yue's corpse.

Fortunately, the ghost rope had just begun to revive.

If thousands or tens of thousands of people were hanged by this thing...

Finding the real ghost rope among thousands of ropes is like finding a needle in a haystack.

And it's fortunate that we were in the Ghost Domain of the Door-Knocking Ghost; if we were outside, it's hard to say what other situations might have arisen.

After stepping out of the candlelight's range.

Yang Jian looked at Wang Yue, who was hanging in mid-air above him with a strange smile on his face, and who was already dead.

However, his attention was not on Wang Yue, but on the straw rope around his neck.

That rope must be removed.

"This thing is very strange. Normal people should never touch it, otherwise it's hard to say whether they will be strangled to death by this rope, so..." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

The ghostly figure behind him rose up again, and it had eerily lengthened.

Soon, the ghostly figure was taller than Wang Yue, who was hanging in mid-air.

The ghostly figures, which appeared as hands, reached for the rope.

But before the ghost could even touch it...

Suddenly.

Wang Yue was hanging in mid-air, suddenly stretched out his increasingly cold hand and grabbed the ghostly figure.

A face with a strange smile floated towards Yang Jian, its unseeing eyes still staring at him.

It was as if it were issuing a warning.

"Even in death, he wouldn't feel at ease. Was he being controlled by a ghost?" Yang Jian frowned.

"Since that's the case, then let's deal with you first."

The ghostly figure gradually disappeared into Wang Yue's body.

As the ghostly figure intruded, Wang Yue's corpse began to tremble slightly.

Yang Jian was not to control Wang Yue's corpse, but to destroy him.

The next moment.

Wang Yue's body began to disintegrate, as if his feet had fallen silently, followed by his hands, and then his body.

The entire corpse resembled a disassembled puppet.

Really.

The ghost rope is the key; the corpse is merely secondary.

To be on the safe side, Yang Jian did not dismember Wang Yue's body completely, but left half of the body intact.

Make sure the ghost rope is still tied around his neck.

If the ghost rope leaves Wang Yue's neck, who knows what unexpected things might happen.

With Wang Yue's corpse no longer an obstacle, the ghostly figure grabbed the straw rope once more.

This time it went smoothly, and there was no resistance.

"Yang Jian, hurry up, look around." Suddenly, Tong Qian's anxious voice came from behind.

Now.

The surrounding sky began to darken rapidly.

Before, it was dark, but not completely dark; it was just dim, and you could still see clearly. But now, all the light is disappearing.

"The Door-Knocking Ghost is here!" Yang Jian exclaimed in surprise.

He had seen this kind of darkness many times before.

It was a sign that the old man was about to appear.

We've wasted too much time here; the old man has probably killed everyone else in the Ghost Domain. So now we need to find this last group of survivors.

Don't worry, there's still time.

Yang Jian's ghostly figure suddenly yanked.

Wang Yue's head fell, and the ghost rope was also pulled off.

The moment the rope was pulled off, it strangely wrapped around the ghost's neck and tightened rapidly, soon deforming the ghost's neck, as if trying to hang it up.

But the Ghost Rope failed.

Because the ghost has no head.

The noose slipped off the ghost's neck.

"Pack it up." Yang Jian handed the bag in his hand to Ghost Shadow.

Controlling the ghostly figure, he inserted the ghostly rope into it.

Then they sealed it off completely and successfully imprisoned the suspect.