The Candle That Burned Away in an Instant

Yang Jian didn't have much time to think. This wasn't the first time he had to make a choice under such pressure; it had happened several times before. He had his own way of making judgments.

At that moment, Luo Suyī's voice came from outside again, telling him that the ghost outside had made a move.

It's not hard to tell from Luo Suyī's words that the ghost outside has indeed taken action again. Whether this action is necessarily related to Xiong Wenwen's subsequent death, no one knows.

However, based on the current situation, it can be analyzed that Xiong Wenwen's death is most likely related to the ghost outside.

Because there was only this one ghost around.

"Luo Suyī, don't be so nervous and scared. Even if you encounter a ghost, you don't necessarily have to run or hide. We are all Ghost Tamer. In essence, we are also a kind of different kind of ghost. If I don't gain anything this time, the ghost outside will be our next target."

"The source of the Head Balloon Incident in Z City may be it, and it's also under consideration."

Yang Jian carried Zhao Lei's body out of the room, his face calm and not at all panicked.

Luo Suyī hearing this. "What? We're going to deal with that thing? Forget it. That thing looks dangerous. Let's just leave it alone. Direct contact with a ghost could be fatal. I've been through that before, and I don't want to go through it again."

To become Ghost Tamer, he had also experienced life and death.

It is precisely because of the experience that one feels fear. In reality, there are few people like Yang Jian who can overcome fear and navigate through supernatural events.

"Sometimes you may have no choice but to act. Don't forget you're being watched by a ghost too. If you calculate the time, once Xiong Wenwen dies, you'll die five minutes later," Yang Jian said as he walked over. "The ghost has already targeted you; you just don't know it yet."

"By the time it actually makes its move, it will be too late."

Looking around the living room, Lin Luomei was holding a lit ghost candle.

The green flames flickered, enveloping her and Xiong Wenwen.

Yang Jian doesn't need the two of them to do much on this trip; he only needs them to stay alive and help him search for the source and avoid danger. Therefore, it is especially important for him to place the Ghost Candle on them to protect their safety.

"I need to go to another room to find something. Are you going to stay here and wait for me, or come with me? If you have the ghost candle, you should be safe from now on."

Without hesitation, Xiong Wenwen replied, "I'm not staying here with her. I'm going with you. If I stay here with them, I might be a cold corpse by the time you come back. Quick, take me away from here!"

"In that case, let's go together. Lin Luomei, take the ghost candle and lead Xiong Wenwen with me."

Without saying a word, Yang Jian carried Zhao Lei's body and walked out.

Lin Luomei's hand trembled slightly as she held the ghost candle, but she still followed him with a stiff neck. She didn't understand why Yang Jian would go outside when there were ghosts outside, but she had no choice in the matter and could only obey Yang Jian's orders.

If you disobey orders at this point, the consequences will be dire.

"Luo Suyī, move aside, we need to leave here," Yang Jian.

"Brother, think carefully! There's a ghost outside heading this way. People could die if we're not careful," Luo Suyī said, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with immense fear.

"I have my reasons," Yang Jian said coldly. "Come with me, and you'll all live. If you don't listen to me, I won't take responsibility if you die."

Luo Suyī was also helpless. Although he regretted coming along, Yang Jian had not forced him to participate in the incident. He had come voluntarily, and now he could only open the door with a long face.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian carried Zhao Lei's body and walked out.

"Where are we going? That ghost has blocked the road." Luo Suyī's flashlight was still shining on the tall man in the distance.

The tall figure continued to walk slowly and heavily towards them.

The stench of death in the air was even stronger.

That thing in the distance looked exactly like a walking corpse.

But if it were just a simple case of a zombie rising from the dead, that would be fine. This is clearly a terrifying ghost of unknown level, and if certain conditions are met, all of them could die at its hands.

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye peered at the thing through the dimly lit corridor.

A face that had turned black and smelled foul, eyes constantly oozing bodily fluids, and an old, worn-out coat that complemented his tall, imposing frame. He looked like a vengeful spirit that had escaped from the depths of hell, aimlessly wandering the narrow passageway and completely blocking it.

And right now they're facing this direction, gradually approaching it.

"That's right, this is the ghost I encountered on the second floor before." Yang Jian's expression changed as he saw the footprints left behind the tall corpse.

The footprints weren't actually black; they were just stained with bodily fluids that had seeped out and decomposed, which created the black marks.

However, the shape and size of these footprints were exactly the same as those from when I first entered and exited the Caesar Hotel.

What is that?

Suddenly, he saw that the ghost was holding something in one of its hands.

A kitchen knife.

No, it shouldn't be called a kitchen knife, although the shape is very similar. A more accurate description would be a wood-chopping knife, basically similar to the kind of wood-chopping knife used in the countryside.

It was covered in rust and had many gaps, as if it had been buried in the ground for many years, with some special soil still remaining on it.

"I've never seen a ghost holding a knife before," Yang Jian thought with a chill.

His intuition told him that the rusty machete was definitely not ordinary.

Because among all the ghosts he had ever seen, none of them held weapons. Even the ghost rope was essentially just a hanging rope, an ordinary item, while the woodcutter's knife was more of a special weapon.

Of all the supernatural events Yang Jian had experienced, he had only seen a similar item once in the Headquarters' files.

That was the coffin nail used to hold down a tall human figure in the mysterious room in the basement of Hongfa Temple in Dachang City.

The coffin nails are very similar to this machete; both are rusty iron objects.

But how effective are coffin nails?

The source of the S-class paranormal event, codenamed "Hungry Ghost," was directly nailed to death by Yang Jian with coffin nails, rendering it unable to move.

"Brother, stop looking! Time's almost up! Say the word, are you going to leave or run? That thing is heading this way. You might not be afraid of dying, but I am! Lin Luomei and I can't let you drag us to our deaths here!" Luo Suyī grabbed Yang Jian's hand and almost knelt down to beg him.

If calling him "Dad" could save his life, he wouldn't mind calling him "Dad Yang."

"The ghost's killing follows a pattern. This thing is very special; it doesn't have the characteristic of indiscriminate killing, or even random killing. We saw it, its behavior didn't change, and we didn't die. From this, I can conclude that this ghost must meet specific conditions to kill, and it only kills one person at a time."

Yang Jian said as he backed away, carrying Zhao Lei's body on his back.

He needs to observe the ghost's every move to figure out its killing patterns and avoid this danger.

Looking at the rusty woodcutter's knife, Yang Jian decided it was best to avoid messing with it.

We shouldn't provoke them, at least not now.

"Why are you so sure this thing only kills one person at a time?" Luo Suyī, both surprised and suspicious.

He had no idea where Yang Jian got the information to make such an accurate judgment.

"If this ghost had caused too many casualties, more than just this many people would have died in Z City. Judging from the casualties in this incident, this ghost is only classified as C, restricted level." Yang Jian continued walking backwards, "But not much harm doesn't mean not dangerous. Ghosts that often only kill one person at a time are the nightmares of Ghost Tamer."

The mummified bride we encountered on the paranormal bus last time was this type of person.

Kill only one person at a time.

However, that person was killed in Yang Jian's three-layered Ghost Domain, and even the Crying Face Ghost was unable to kill the dried corpse bride's target first.

This is utterly terrifying.

"I hope this thing isn't as scary as I imagine," Yang Jian said, with a hint of self-consolation.

He's currently surrounded by a bunch of weaklings; if they were to encounter a ghost of the level of a mummified bride, casualties would be unavoidable.

But just as everyone followed Yang Jian deeper and gradually distanced themselves from the ghost behind them...

The time of death that Xiong Wenwen had previously foreseen.

We arrived at 2:10.

A beeping sound immediately came from Xiong Wenwen's cartoon watch.

This was the time he had set.

"Yang Jian, my time to die has come." Xiong Wenwen looked at Yang Jian with fear, grabbing his hand and staring at him with wide eyes.

At the same time, the tall male corpse that had been wandering in the corridor behind them stopped.

This is an anomaly.

Having dealt with paranormal events many times, Yang Jian immediately realized it.

Xiong Wenwen's death was caused by this kind of ghost.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine inside the ghost candle," Yang Jian said in a deep voice. "Trust Wang Xiaoming's creation; as long as the ghost candle doesn't go out, no ghost can kill you."

Xiong Wenwen nodded, but her fear remained undiminished.

After all, he had foreseen his own death.

At this very moment.

Yang Jian saw the tall male corpse stop and then slowly raise the hand holding the rusty machete.

It was raised to about waist level.

Yang Jian quickly compared the location with the surrounding area. It was exactly at Xiong Wenwen's neck height.

"No way." Yang Jian suddenly realized something, and an incredulous look appeared on his face.

Next, the tall male corpse took the rusty, chipped machete and swung it into the air as if it were slicing through the air.

The next moment.

The ghost candle in Lin Luomei's hand immediately burst into flames, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into boiling oil.

The green will-o'-the-wisp expanded rapidly.

The entire ghost candle was burning in an incredible way at that moment.

In just a moment, less than one-tenth remained.

Xiong Wenwen is not dead.