The Last Candle Flame

"Impossible."

When Yang Jian saw the face that looked exactly like Ye Feng's, his eyes widened and he couldn't help but exclaim.

The shock that Sun Yi had shown earlier was repeated on him.

Ye Feng, who had been missing for several days, actually met him again in this way.

No.

This is definitely not Ye Feng.

But how could Ye Feng 'Ye Feng burial shroud be on someone else? This is the ghost of Ye Feng; I've encountered it several times, there's no way I could be mistaken.

Unless there's only one possibility.

This is the fourth stage of the Ghost Infant.

Although he didn't understand why the ghost had replaced Ye Feng and appeared before him, there was no need to think about it anymore at this point.

No matter what, we must deal with it first, otherwise, if this combination of multiple ghosts cannot be contained, I will surely die here.

But here's the problem?

How do you deal with a ghost that's almost perfect?

Even if the ghostly figure hadn't gone out of control, it still wouldn't have been able to invade this shroud. Furthermore, the one currently controlling this shroud isn't Ye Feng, but a ghost. The so-called side effects of the vengeful ghost's resurgence have absolutely no effect on it.

Even the brief moment Yang Jian hesitated and pondered.

The ghost, with a bluish-black face that looked exactly like Ye Feng, moved again. Its movements were not particularly fast, even somewhat slow, but to anyone, this kind of terror was unprecedented.

"Click, click, click~!"

The thing's jaw seemed to be dislocated, making a series of cracking sounds.

Then, something forcefully pried open that ashen gray mouth.

A putrid stench assaulted the senses, and inside the creature's lips, a jagged, grotesque array of teeth was laid out in a crisscross pattern.

Upon seeing these teeth, Yang Jian immediately recalled the tooth marks on the severed arm he had seen earlier. It turned out that this thing had bitten him. Moreover, apart from the ghost in front of him, the other Ghost Infant did not have teeth; Ghost Infant swallowed people whole.

Yang Jian had seen these teeth before.

It is the second ghost inside Ye Feng's body.

These strange teeth could even bite through the Ghost Domain, but the cost of using them was too high, and even Ye Feng himself rarely used them. But now that they had fallen on the Ghost Infant, coupled with this burial shroud, it was simply despair-inducing.

Its mouth was split open to an unimaginable degree, and a putrid stench wafted out. The ghost seemed to want to bite Yang Jian's head off and eat it alive.

Yang Jian was startled and couldn't care less about anything else. He desperately broke free from the stiff, bluish-black hand, then crouched down as much as possible to dodge the bite.

Perhaps because they were within their own Ghost Domain, both the Ghost Eye and the ghost were suppressed, and certain things were not fully revealed.

His ordinary human body actually broke free and successfully dodged the attack.

The dead Ye Feng bit down on the Ghost Domain.

A gaping hole was forcibly torn open in the crimson Ghost Domain, and dark blue haze seeped in through it, causing the surroundings to quickly darken again.

"Yang Jian, let's go, we can't win." Zhang Han was trying his best to suppress the uncontrollable Ghost Infant, but he was not Yan Li and did not have the ghost blood that could restrain the ghost shadow, so he felt himself being gradually controlled by that ghost shadow.

Seeing Yang Jian's failure, he was now terrified.

"There's no escape now. My Ghost Domain has spiraled out of control, and even I can't get out of Ghost Domain. It was a desperate gamble from the start, so I can't think about anything else. I can only risk my life one more time."

Yang Jian's face was covered in cold sweat. He retreated frantically, hoping that the monster wouldn't catch up immediately, so that he would still have a chance.

Take out the ghost candle one last time.

He staked all his hopes on this.

Use the ghost candle to suppress the ghost and create one last chance.

"I'm losing control! This shadow has invaded my body; it's controlling my ghost!" Zhang Han shouted frantically.

At that moment, a bloody arm reached out from behind him and grabbed his neck.

Despite his best efforts to control himself, he could feel that the ghost was about to strangle him to death.

"Give me one minute, no, thirty seconds, and you have to hold your breath."

As Yang Jian roared, his hands trembling, he used a golden lighter to ignite the last bit of the ghost candle.

The remaining ghost candlestick is about ten centimeters long.

Although it looks like it can burn for another ten minutes or so, the more ghosts around it, the faster it burns. This little bit probably won't even last two minutes.

"Whew!"

The eerie will-o'-the-wisp of the ghost candle lit up in this crimson Ghost Domain.

At that moment, the flames seemed to have been injected with gasoline, leaping up in an irrational way and burning fiercely.

"One more time."

Holding the ghost candle, Yang Jian gripped the withered finger tightly once more and charged forward.

But before he could even take a step...

The ghost candle had mysteriously shortened in length.

Less than five centimeters remain from the original ten centimeters.

Yang Jian glanced at it and was horrified to find that there were several teeth marks left on the ghost candle, and the ghost that looked like Ye Feng was actually chewing something with its lips slightly moving.

Oh my god.

This thing actually devoured half of the ghost candle.

This special ghost candle, capable of blocking any ghost attack, not only failed to deter the ghost, but was even treated as food and tried to be eaten.

Has its terror reached a point where no means of suppression can contain it?

But at this point, there was no turning back; even if it meant death, they had to fight this last battle.

Yang Jian looked at the remaining ghost candle in his hand with trepidation. It was still burning, but the speed at which it was burning was truly astonishing.

It probably won't last even a minute before it goes out.

Carrying a ghost candle that could be extinguished at any moment, he rushed towards the ghost.

The ghost candle flame seemed to be affected, as if it was about to explode, and its burning speed became increasingly astonishing.

The green will-o'-the-wisp enveloped the ghost, making it seem motionless. Even its wriggling mouth stopped moving. It seemed that the ghost candle still had a last bit of effect in suppressing the other ghosts, or perhaps the ghost had an upset stomach after eating the ghost candle and was feeling unwell.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and stabbed the withered finger in his hand at the ghost that looked exactly like Ye Feng once again.

This time he avoided the shroud and stabbed the thing in the neck.

But he understood that if the shroud worked, it wouldn't matter where he was stabbed; a gust of cold wind would blow the shroud away any area that was attacked, leaving no blind spots.

So now he can only gamble, hoping that the final burst of light from the ghost candle can suppress so many ghosts around him.

Above the withered fingers was a long, curved, black nail, cold and hard.

At that moment, the strange fingernail, like a small knife, easily pierced the neck of the ghost before them, tearing open a gash and penetrating it smoothly.

"Pfft!"

It felt like stabbing a piece of dead flesh.

Except for the last joint, the withered finger was completely submerged beneath the dark blue flesh, piercing the ghost's throat.

Although ghosts are unkillable, the throat is a vulnerable part of the human body. If this move fails, then there's nothing more to say.

"It's in." The desperate struggle went more smoothly than expected.

By the time Yang Jian realized what was happening, he had already let go and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Whew!"

The last bit of ghost candle hadn't completely burned out, but the flames on it were rapidly shrinking, and the rapid burning speed was slowing down.

This change seems to indicate that the real danger has passed.

Will it work?

Staring at Ye Feng, whose face was ashen, Yang Jian's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his whole body was trembling, whether from nervousness or fear, he didn't know.

The thing in front of me stopped moving.

If they can still move, it means the operation has failed, and everyone present can only declare themselves dead.

"Yang, Yang Jian, forget about everything else, come and help me!" At this moment Zhang Han's face turned red as he struggled to speak for help.

At that moment, two hands were gripping his neck, one his own, and the other a bloody, ghostly hand reaching out from behind him.

Both hands seemed to be out of his control and were attacking him.

"Damn it!" Yang Jian's expression changed drastically as he looked at the last remaining ghost candle and rushed over.

Zhang Han absolutely cannot die, at least not now. If he dies, the vengeful ghosts will escape, and it will be another nightmare. In his current state, he is incapable of dealing with anything.