The Unsolvable Source Ghost

The gloom was thicker than darkness itself; Yang Jian had no idea what was around him. He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything.

The Ghost Eye, which could see through darkness, was now as if blind, and could not play a crucial role.

It seems the Ghost Eye hasn't been revived; it's still struggling to cope with this situation.

Alternatively, in this situation, not only the Ghost Eye, but anything that is not in its complete state would be in a precarious state.

As Zhao Kaiming said, the vengeful ghost is only one piece of the puzzle, so Yang Jian may be facing a complete puzzle now, or perhaps most of the puzzle has already been completed.

"Tap, tap tap."

The sound of leather shoes walking on the ground suddenly rang out at that moment.

After a half-hour wait, just as Yang Jian decided to deliberately reveal a weakness, something finally happened.

"It's getting closer to me." Yang Jian suddenly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could vaguely tell that the thing was less than ten meters away from him.

Moreover, the distance continued to shrink as the footsteps sounded.

Five meters, three meters. It seems so close.

Yang Jian felt as if he could reach out and touch the ghost's body.

"Should we make a move?" Cold sweat broke out on his face, and he couldn't help but want to use the coffin nail in his hand to rush forward.

"No, I can't be completely sure if it's a ghost based on just one footstep. If this thing is stuck on a Ghost Infant, and I've wasted an opportunity like last time, I might be doomed here."

He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to take action.

He'll let the ghost make the first move; he absolutely won't act unless the ghost does. He can't afford to fail now.

The footsteps suddenly stopped a meter away.

It seemed as if the ghost was standing right in front of him.

"It's stopped?" Yang Jian gripped the coffin nail tightly in his hand, his heart beginning to waver.

Would it be better to launch a probing attack?

However, at the location where the footsteps came from, there was no source ghost at all, only a pair of empty leather shoes walking towards them. When the footsteps stopped, only a pair of eerie leather shoes stopped in front of Yang Jian.

The real ghost stood motionless behind Yang Jian, just like him.

Footsteps are bait.

Yang Jian used himself as bait to lure the vengeful ghost into a trap, while the source ghost used his leather shoes to create footsteps to lure Yang Jian into the trap as well.

At this moment, Yang Jian was unaware of this matter; if he had known, he would have been horrified.

"No, a probing attack is pointless. Let's wait and see."

His caution and previous encounters with vengeful spirits allowed him to escape unscathed.

After waiting a few more moments...

"They didn't attack me?"

Yang Jian's nerves were on edge at this moment. He noticed that the ghost standing in front of him had stopped moving.

Nevertheless, he was prepared to seize any opportunity to swiftly stab the coffin nail in his hand into the body of the source ghost.

However, this opportunity did not arise.

The footsteps stopped about a meter away and remained silent for a long time.

Another ten minutes passed in this stalemate.

The footsteps sounded again.

"Tap, tap tap."

In the gloom, a pair of leather shoes began to move on their own, circling around Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stared intently at the direction from which the footsteps were coming, his head following their movement.

Still no action was taken.

At this point, he began to suspect that there might be something wrong with the footsteps, just like when he faced the headless ghost, it was a deliberate bait to lure him into attacking.

The moment the opening is revealed is the instant the vengeful ghost attacks.

"There's something wrong with these footsteps," Yang Jian was certain of it, feeling the surroundings becoming increasingly eerie.

The vanished ghosts echoed around my footsteps.

An impenetrable gloom.

Everything concealed an immense terror.

The conditions for a ghost attack have clearly been met, but the ghost has yet to appear. Yang Jian is now eager for the ghost to show itself, so that he will have room to maneuver.

However, this stalemate will not last forever.

Just as the surrounding gloom began to seep into Yang Jian's body, there was a sudden commotion.

A dark blue hand, reeking of decay and almost rotting, suddenly emerged from the other side of the footsteps and grabbed Yang Jian by the neck.

Cold, stiff, and possessing a terrifying power, as if it were about to snap one's neck in an instant.

"They're here? The footsteps were definitely bait."

Yang Jian's attention was completely drawn to the sound of footsteps, and as the footsteps reached the far right, the hand that attacked him came from the far left.

Moreover, the real ghost was so close to him, lurking right beside him.

Although the reaction was a step too slow, in that instant...

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye opened instantly.

The Ghost Domain has opened.

At the same time, he tore open the gold foil covering the coffin nails, grabbed the bluish-black arm with one hand, and stabbed at the body with the other.

Although the series of movements were swift, before Yang Jian could pierce through with the coffin nail in his hand, another bluish-black hand grabbed his wrist.

The attack was neutralized.

However, after the Ghost Domain was activated, Yang Jian successfully enveloped the thing behind him.

The gloom vanished instantly, and everything around was stained red with blood, restoring visibility.

A person dressed in funeral clothes, with a bluish-black, lifeless face, stood numbly to the side.

"Zhou Zheng?"

When Yang Jian saw the ghost's appearance, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Before he could even be surprised, Zhou Zheng split open, revealing a set of dark, ferocious teeth that lunged straight at his head.

With that bite, half of Yang Jian's head would be bitten off; he was doomed.

He tried to struggle, but found that the arm holding the coffin nail was no longer movable.

Having lost consciousness, I couldn't feel the arm at all.

"That finger?"

Yang Jian saw a particularly peculiar, withered finger pierce his wrist from that bluish-black palm.

This thing pinned his hand down.

There's one more thing.

Just as Zhou Zheng bite off Yang Jian's head, a straw rope suddenly fell off Yang Jian's body and wrapped around the ghost's neck, intending to hang it up.

But the Ghost Rope failed.

Although the ghost rope was suspending the ghost, it could only barely make it stand on tiptoe; it couldn't lift it completely.

Although it did not achieve the desired result, it did alleviate the crisis.

The demonic teeth were right in front of it, but it almost bit through; the demonic rope around its neck had wrapped around them.

Yang Jian fought desperately to withstand the first wave of attacks.

As planned, even if Yang Jian perfectly controlled the Ghost Shadow and suppressed the resurgence of the Ghost Eye, he was only qualified to make contact with this level of ghost. Without other means, if they continued to drag it out, they would still be doomed.

Those ghostly fangs could even bite through the Ghost Domain; devouring half of one's own head would be a piece of cake for them.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

At this moment, Yang Jian's body was gradually turning black, and drops of something like thick ink were dripping from his body.

The thick ink coalesced, transforming into a headless ghostly figure that slowly rose from the ground.

The headless ghost took the rusty coffin nail from Yang Jian's hand and slowly stabbed it towards the source ghost before it.

"You lost." Yang Jian managed to utter these words with difficulty.

The headless ghost was now under his control, which was equivalent to having an extra helper. As long as he could withstand the first wave of attacks, victory was within his grasp.

The plan is proceeding very smoothly.

But just when Yang Jian was about to succeed...

Yang Jian felt a moment of disorientation, as if his consciousness was fading.

He then regained consciousness.

Suddenly.

The ghost vanished.

The surrounding gloom seemed to have receded, and the Ghost Domain, no longer suppressed, once again covered an area of one hundred meters.

"What happened? Where's that ghost?" Yang Jian was stunned.

"The injury on my hand is gone too?"

He discovered that he could move his arm again, but then he found that the arm that had been pierced by the withered finger was now uninjured.

A recorded voice came from the classroom next door. "Yang Jian, by the time you receive this message, my plan will have succeeded. It's right here in the school. Do you have a way to deal with it?"

When Yang Jian heard this, his eyes widened in shock, and a chill ran through his body from the soles of his feet.

He strode into the school, picked up his phone, and looked at the satellite-guided phone Zhao Kaiming had left behind.

I especially glanced at the time displayed on it.

"Impossible."

Yang Jian looked even more horrified than if he had seen a ghost.

Time had somehow rewound to forty minutes earlier, to when he had just arrived.