The Vanished Man

Yang Jian, who was shrouded in thick gloom, had just stepped out of the temporarily safe restroom when he heard footsteps gathering around him and saw a swaying figure in the dim light.

This is different from the controlled, zombie-like figures I saw in the mall before.

These are all third-stage Ghost Infant, ghosts that have been derived from them.

Although Yang Jian didn't speak, the ghosts nearby had already heard what he said.

Therefore, he was also the target of this third-stage Ghost Infant. However, Wang Xiaoming had already taken this into account. He knew what Yang Jian was going to do, otherwise he wouldn't have said that the first ghost to attack him was the source. Because Wang Xiaoming believed that Yang Jian could handle these ghosts well.

However, all this so-called "management" ultimately amounted to nothing more than a desperate struggle to create a little space for things to go.

A bitter smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips.

Unfortunately, no one saw his helplessness.

He forced his way open those dim, ghostly Ghost Eye.

Under the Ghost Eye, the surroundings remained dark; the familiar red world was nowhere to be seen, and the oppressive influence of other vengeful spirits persisted.

But he opened more than just one Ghost Eye.

Then, a second Ghost Eye appeared on his face, tearing through his flesh and emitting a faint red glow that stood out starkly in the dim world.

A third Ghost Eye appeared in his hand, its red light shining even brighter.

A fourth Ghost Eye appeared.

Finally, the fifth, sixth, and seventh.

All the Ghost Eye returned to Yang Jian's body.

That uncontrollable restlessness of resurgence surged forth all at once, and the eerie eyes that had been suppressed for so long were now about to unleash everything that had happened before.

The eighth Ghost Eye suddenly opened.

The appearance of this eye signifies that Yang Jian has begun to gradually lose control of the Ghost Eye. The Ghost Eye within his body is nearing its revival. It only needs a little time and a little stimulation Ghost Eye becomes completely out of control, transforming into an unknown terror and arriving in this world.

The appearance of this eye caused Yang Jian's entire body to glow red.

A crimson light surged from its body, flowing along the ground like scarlet blood, gradually staining the surroundings red.

The Ghost Domain is opening.

This is a battle between two vengeful ghosts.

At the edge of that crimson Ghost Domain, one could vaguely see pairs of bluish-black human legs slowly retreating, as if this place had become a forbidden zone that even vengeful ghosts could not set foot in.

"Ah~!" Yang Jian felt as if his body was being torn apart, and he let out a painful growl.

The torment of this resurrected vengeful spirit is unbearable for most people. Many Ghost Tamer are numbed by this pain and suffer mental breakdowns.

The seemingly certain death of those around them has temporarily taken a turn for the better.

However, Yang Jian's condition did not improve.

The headless black shadow beneath his feet slowly rose to its feet and appeared behind him.

Without the suppression of the Ghost Eye, the headless ghost is now completely free. It will once again transform into a malevolent spirit that plunders the bodies of other vengeful ghosts. Ordinary people are nothing more than a physical body that it can possess at any time.

Yang Jian had controlled it for a long time, became the first target of the attack.

The headless ghostly figure stretched out its hands, as black as ink, trying to take Yang Jian's head off and place it on its own neck to complete the dead head.

Yang Jian noticed, but ignored it.

If he were alone, he would first use his withered finger to pin down the ghostly figure, or even throw out the human skin paper to swallow it whole.

But now he has Zhang Han by his side.

"Damn it!" Zhang Han was both shocked and furious. He rammed his back into the headless ghost and pinned it to the ground.

The illusory ghost without a body was knocked to the ground by him and pinned down, unable to move.

It wasn't him who knocked down the ghostly figure, but rather a pair of scarlet, fleshless hands reaching out from behind him, a ghost about to crawl out of his flesh.

At this moment, too many ghosts have gathered in this small hospital.

This could be a potential terrorist threat.

But by then, nobody cared about all that anymore.

"Yang Jian, hurry, I can't hold on much longer!" Zhang Han shouted urgently. He was horrified to discover that the dark figure he had been pinning to the ground was slowly invading his back, and the thing behind him was starting to get a little out of control.

Damn it, what the hell is this thing?

"I have to hold on, even if I can't." Yang Jian gritted his teeth and bit off one of the Ghost Eye on his arm.

Blood splattered, but it was all his own blood.

Then, with a gulp, it swallowed the Ghost Eye.

Eight Ghost Eye aren't enough; if we're going to fight, we might as well fight to the very end.

One Ghost Eye was swallowed, and another Ghost Eye grew out of the wound, but the Ghost Eye inside the stomach remained.

This is a method the human skin paper taught itself to stimulate the revival of the Ghost Eye.

This is the ninth eye.

A burst of red light erupted around Yang Jian, instantly enveloping the entire ward and extending outwards at an alarming speed.

Suppressed by the dense gloom, he once again unleashed his Ghost Domain.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters—he surpassed his previous limits, and he continues to expand them.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, and finally it only stopped after covering a full kilometer.

This was under the suppression of the surrounding environment; if the Ghost Domain were used in a normal environment, who knows how terrifying its range would be.

The ghost disappeared.

No.

Or rather, Yang Jian has completely isolated all the ghosts in the hospital from the Ghost Domain; as long as he doesn't leave the Ghost Domain, he is safe.

"Another eye is trying to grow out." He was currently in a state of vengeful ghost resurrection, and he could already sense some things.

The Ghost Eye is missing one more. Once that last one appears, and there are ten in total, the Ghost Eye will be fully revived. At that time, I will die, and the Ghost Eye will undergo some kind of change that I cannot predict.

But now, whether the last eye will grow back is beyond his control.

The restlessness of recovery persists, and the tearing pain continues.

"Isn't that damn thing coming yet?" Yang Jian didn't intend to control the Ghost Eye; he let Ghost Eye revive, gambling on time.

I'm betting on which ghost will appear during my recovery period.

If he doesn't appear, then he loses.

Even if he loses, he won't be completely devastated. He still has one last bit of ghost candle, which he will ignite to forcibly stop the vengeful spirit's resurgence. Within that time, he will return to Guangjiang Residential Area and use the ghost mirror to revive the spirit.

This is his plan.

As for hanging himself in front of the ghost mirror, he hadn't considered that.

The risk is too great; it's not worth trying.

However, things went more smoothly than he had expected.

Suddenly.

A chilling aura swept over him, as if something had forcefully entered the Ghost Domain. A clear sound of footsteps stopped behind him.

At this moment, all the derived third-stage Ghost Infant were isolated outside the Ghost Domain. Anything capable of entering the Ghost Domain was undoubtedly the source ghost that Wang Xiaoming had mentioned.

"Yang Jian, behind you!" Zhang Han seemed to see something, paused for a moment, then his eyes widened and he let out an incredulous roar.

A stiff, bluish-black arm draped heavily over Yang Jian's shoulder.

Icy cold, bone-chilling.

It sends chills down your spine.

Although Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine, he did not feel fear. Perhaps it was because he had witnessed too many terrifying things and his mind had matured, or perhaps it was because in a true life-or-death situation, all negative emotions were cast aside, leaving only a desperate gamble.

Although there are backup plans, the danger of direct contact with vengeful spirits still exists.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the strange, withered finger in his hand, turned around, raised his hand, and thrust it with all his might.

You must stab this finger into the ghost's body.

A finger that can pin down even Ghost Domain has a high chance of pinning down this ghost.

Once we restrict this ghost's movements, imprisoning it will be a piece of cake, won't it?

The thing behind them didn't dodge; it wasn't a living being and knew to avoid dangerous attacks.

Ghosts can be terrifying at times, but they can also be quite oblivious.

Yang Jian successfully stabbed the withered finger in his hand.

However, he was stunned the next moment.

This withered finger could pierce through asphalt without getting damaged, but it couldn't penetrate the cold body before it.

An old garment with the character for "longevity" printed on it concealed the piercing finger.

Yang Jian realized something, shuddered, and looked up.

He saw Ye Feng's deathly pale face, with a pair of empty, dark eyes staring at him eerily.