Mutual Attrition

After the Ghost Domain Realm was restricted in its area, it was reduced to a narrow path, and some of its abilities also slipped out of Yang Jian's control.

The red path extends along the asphalt road to the villa's entrance.

At the end of the road, Yang Jian stood there calmly, staring at Ye Feng on the other side.

Both of them were people who controlled two ghosts.

However, in terms of ability, Yang Jian had to admit that he was slightly inferior. Even if Wang Xiaoqiang didn't use that withered finger to restrict his Ghost Domain ability, he would still be no match for Ye Feng.

The burial shroud worn by this person protected him from attacks by other vengeful ghosts.

The ghostly figures had no effect whatsoever.

What's most concerning is that there's a second ghost inside him.

"Trying to outlast me? You think you can outlast me? You should already know a little about this; this shroud I'm wearing protects me. Even if the Ghost Rope revives, you'll be the first to die." Ye Feng dared not advance any further.

A rope was swaying in the distance.

The moment you touch it, you'll be instantly entangled by this ghostly rope.

Now he's in a dilemma.

"Stop bragging. If I die, you'll die too." Yang Jian said coldly, "Once I die, the vengeful ghosts will surely rise again. Don't you have any idea how many ghosts will be here then? Do you really think you're Jesus reincarnated and can deal with so many ghosts?"

"The fact that you can think this way shows you're not confused. If I die here, you won't survive either," Ye Feng said, frowning.

Yang Jian, "You're wrong. You may die, but I won't, because I have this."

He pointed to a road on the ground that was covered in red light.

"I will send the ghost that escaped from your body away immediately, to some remote and deserted place. Then I will be safe and sound. But you are different; you cannot leave the Ghost Domain."

The Ghost Domain is his strength, not his weakness.

That's why Ye Feng and Wang Xiaoqiang devised a corresponding plan.

"Since you're so confident, then I'll just wait and see what happens." Ye Feng said arrogantly, showing no fear whatsoever.

This courage did not come from arrogance, but from his confidence in the burial shroud he was wearing.

Few Ghost Tamer possess a demon capable of self-protection like this.

However, as he spoke, the ghost rope hanging from the sky began to sway and converge towards Ye Feng.

Similarly, another part of the ghost rope also floated towards Yang Jian.

Their situations are the same; neither is any different.

Before vengeful spirits, everyone is equal.

The rough, old straw rope looked like it had been hanging somewhere for countless years, giving it a very heavy sense of history.

Even so, the straw rope remained unbroken, stained with some dirt that looked like blood, or as if it had been soaked in the flesh and blood of a corpse, carrying a faint smell of death.

These seemingly random straw ropes drift aimlessly in the wind.

But in reality, they had already surrounded the two of them.

Suddenly.

A straw rope floated by, and with no room to dodge in front or behind, it landed on Ye Feng's shoulder.

According to the previous pattern, Ye Feng should have been grabbed by the neck and hung from the ground, dying in mid-air.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The straw rope seemed to be blown by a gust of cold wind, and slowly drifted away from Ye Feng's body.

The other straw ropes that fell on him were the same.

"See? The shroud I'm wearing can't be attacked by other ghosts. If you try to stall me, you're doomed." Ye Feng said with a hint of mockery.

Yang Jian said, "I told you before not to brag. If the shroud is so powerful, why don't you fly up and stand on my head to poop? Controlling a vengeful ghost comes at a price. While your shroud is protecting you, it is also constantly killing you. It only allows itself to kill you, not other ghosts."

"You call this protection?"

Ye Feng's expression darkened.

Although the words were harsh, Yang Jian's analysis was correct.

The shroud was indeed killing him continuously.

The longer he wore his burial clothes, the more his body gradually turned into a corpse, a dead man.

Once the deadline arrives, Ye Feng will die, and then he will be resurrected, becoming a real ghost dressed in a shroud.

"Don't forget, I controlled two ghosts," Ye Feng said.

"I can't forget, but even two ghosts have their limits. It's just that the revival time has been a bit longer. I think you've been able to control two ghosts for at least a month longer than me, maybe even longer. So if we're both stuck in this situation, your chances of reviving are definitely higher than mine." Yang Jian smiled faintly, "Youth is my..."

The biggest advantage.

"And besides that, I also have this."

He suddenly pulled a candle wrapped in gold foil from his back pocket.

After being removed, it was scarlet like blood and emitted a strange, bloody smell.

Is this a ghost candle?

Ye Feng has been Ghost Tamer longer than Yang Jian, and similarly, he has more information channels than Yang Jian.

The origin of this candle was immediately apparent.

"You know? That's good, saves me the trouble of explaining." As Yang Jian spoke, he immediately lit the ghost candle.

The ghost candle flame emitted an eerie green hue.

Under the glow of the candlelight, the ghost ropes that were drifting around were immediately swung away.

Not a single ghostly rope could drift in within the candlelight.

"As expected, after you left Huanggang Village, you made some shady deal with Professor Wang. You got this from him, didn't you?" Ye Feng was both shocked and angry, his previous confidence gone.

He knew about Ghost Candle.

A product of the laboratory.

It possesses a very powerful characteristic: once the ghost candle is lit, it will absolutely not be attacked by vengeful ghosts until it has burned out completely.

Not only other ghosts, but even the ghosts within the Ghost Tamer's own body will be suppressed.

"My ghost candle still has two-thirds left. At the current burning rate, it can last at least an hour," Yang Jian. "Can you last that long?"

Ye Feng remained silent.

But as the two were talking, the ghost ropes around him still drifted down and landed on him.

However, it was quickly shaken off by the ghostly clothes he was wearing.

However, this is only temporary.

More and more ghost ropes fell on him, one after another, endlessly.

He was like someone sitting under a lush willow tree, letting the branches hang down and sway in the wind, drifting and swaying over him again and again.

True demonic power has no limits.

But Ye Feng is human, and he has his limits.

Soon.

His hands, exposed outside his burial shroud, gradually lost their color, turning pale and stiff, and this change continued to spread.

Once this change spreads throughout his body, he becomes a dead man, a true corpse.

However, something was wriggling beneath the burial shroud, and thick, fresh blood dripped down.

This change was delayed, not as rapid as expected.

But if you keep doing this for an hour...

Ye Feng estimated that he would die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

After all, the stimulation from using the power of the burial shroud continuously for an hour is too great.

"So what if you have a ghost candle?" After a long silence, Ye Feng gritted his teeth, feeling conflicted and jealous.

Yang Jian, "Sorry, having a ghost candle is nothing special. Even if you control two ghosts, even if your shroud can protect you from being killed by other ghosts, even if you are experienced, I can still wear you down if I want to."

"You can be smug for now, but what will you do once the ghost candles are used up?" Ye Feng said.

"This shroud of yours looks to have great research value; I think it should be worth exchanging for a ghost candle," Yang Jian.

"Damn it."

Ye Feng cursed inwardly.

He felt that if this continued, he would really die here.

We must take the initiative.

He immediately stood up, his face grim, and forcefully pushed aside the ghost rope blocking his way, walking towards Yang Jian.

"Getting impatient? Then come on over. Can you even walk that far?" Yang Jian.

The distance is over 100 meters.

It's not far; it won't take much time to walk here.

The road was crisscrossed with countless ghostly ropes, making it nearly impossible for either side to see each other clearly.

"Once I catch you, you're dead," Ye Feng said.

Yang Jian, "Yes, I understand the logic, but you have to hurry up and come over, don't keep me waiting."

Damn! This kid.

Ye Feng felt somewhat frustrated, as if he had the strength but couldn't use it, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Ghost ropes are everywhere here; he can no longer easily leave this Ghost Domain.