Retrieval

Yang Jian carried Feng Quan, who was half-severed, out of the hotel again.

On the way, he inquired about Guo Fan's situation.

After all, Feng Quan and Guo Fan acting together. Feng Quan is alive now, but the other Ghost Tamer, Guo Fan, is still missing.

"I didn't know Guo Fan's location. He turned off his communications and went into hiding. But I estimated that he was probably not dead. He just had some secrets to keep, which is why he chose to separate from me to protect himself," Feng Quan recalled the situation at the time.

"So Guo Fan is still in this hotel?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he glanced back.

Feng Quan said, "Most likely. But since I was attacked by that ghost and lost half of my body, he's definitely not in much better shape."

"Then let's leave him be for now. I don't have a good relationship with this guy. Let him fend for himself." Yang Jian thought for a moment and decided that whether Guo Fan lived or died wouldn't affect his next move, so he didn't care too much.

After leaving the hotel, the two found themselves enveloped in a ghostly fog.

At this moment, Feng Quan said, "My other half is in the ghost mist. I need to lure that ghost out and then restrain it. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again, Brother Leg. However, the ghost mist isn't difficult to deal with. With your abilities, Brother Leg, I believe you can suppress it easily."

"What's the pattern?" Yang Jian asked directly.

Feng Quan said, "The ghosts in the ghost fog can lock onto their targets based on the movement within the dense fog. If someone runs around in the ghost fog, they will be found and killed very quickly. The way to survive is to stand still. As long as you don't disturb the ghost fog, the ghost won't attack you."

"Of course, this is only a high probability that it won't attack, not a certainty. The ghosts in the ghost fog will keep moving within it, and if you touch one, it will kill you. So, the only thing ordinary people do if they are caught in the ghost fog is to stand still and wait for it to dissipate on its own. Do not run around or shout."

Yang Jian suddenly understood after hearing this.

No wonder it felt like someone was following me every time I entered or exited the ghostly mist, but the commotion quickly disappeared once I left the mist.

This is because my appearance stirred up the ghostly mist, and thus I was targeted by the ghosts.

"I'll lure that ghost out." Yang Jian withdrew his Ghost Domain and then boldly walked through the ghostly mist with Feng Quan on his back.

The wind generated by his movements stirred up the surrounding thick fog, which churned and surged, instantly disrupting the tranquility within the ghostly mist. It was as if a fish had suddenly leaped out of a calm lake, creating ripples on the still surface.

After walking through the dense ghostly fog for a while, it was very quiet at first, but later, things gradually became a little strange.

A human-shaped silhouette appeared vaguely in the thick fog nearby, seemingly wandering around and gradually approaching.

The thick fog made it impossible to hear anything, and visibility was also greatly impaired.

If it were an ordinary person, they would already be lost in the thick fog at this point, and might even have attracted ghosts without realizing it. The moment they realized it would surely be the moment of their death.

Although Yang Jian had reclaimed the Ghost Domain, his Ghost Eye could still barely see his surroundings.

The ghostly fog affected visibility, but it wasn't enough to cause complete blindness.

The surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, making even breathing feel strange. With each breath, a strange chill crept into the lungs, making one feel shiver all over.

"Brother Leg, that ghost is coming," Feng Quan whispered a warning. "Does your breathing feel a bit cold? That's the ghost's method of killing. Once it gets close, the surrounding ghostly mist will turn into a terrible curse. With every breath, and every extra second you stay, your body will be eroded by the ghostly mist."

"If it were an ordinary person, they would only need to make contact with the ghosts in the ghost fog for their body to be quickly assimilated."

Yang Jian looked at his arm but didn't find anything unusual. "What would happen if I were assimilated?"

"The body will dissipate into a thick fog, leaving only the clothes on the body. After that, the ghostly fog will become increasingly dense, and the area it covers will expand again. The more people die here, the more powerful the ghostly fog becomes. It is a terrifyingly dynamic phenomenon that cannot be ignored."

Feng Quan's face was filled with deep worry; "I bear a great deal of responsibility for the failure of this operation and the fact that the ghosts in the ghost fog escaped."

Before he could speak, his tone suddenly changed again. "It's about to appear. The ghost is nearby; I can feel it."

By sensing the dense fog around them, Feng Quan accurately determined that the ghost was nearby.

After all, he was the one who had once controlled this ghost, and no one understood it better than him.

Yang Jian Jianyi was highly skilled and daring. Facing a ghost that had not fully recovered, he was full of confidence. His eyes flashed, and he opened his Ghost Eye, searching the surrounding thick fog.

Soon, his gaze settled on the thick fog not far to his left, where it was impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

A human-shaped silhouette became increasingly clear within the thick fog, steadily approaching. With each approach, Yang Jian felt the surrounding temperature drop by several degrees, and the erosion from the ghostly fog intensified.

This is a ghost that can kill someone simply by getting close.

"Get a little closer." Yang Jian continued walking, because doing so would lure the ghost closer. At the same time, the shadow beneath his feet formed the shape of a hand and kept extending towards the ghost.

The ghostly figure was mostly suppressing Feng Quan's vengeful spirit's resurgence, so it could only use a few parts of its body; it could only extend one hand.

However, he believed it was sufficient to deal with the ghostly mist.

About ten seconds passed.

The ghost in the ghostly mist finally appeared within the field of vision of his Ghost Eye, only about five meters away from him.

Yang Jian clearly saw the source of the ghostly mist.

It was a humanoid figure formed from dense fog, with limbs and facial features, but its form was extremely unstable, as if it would disappear into the fog at the slightest breeze. It blended perfectly with the surrounding environment, making it virtually impossible to distinguish between the fog and the ghost.

The only difference is that this ghost's form is condensed from a much denser mist, and it can still be barely detected when compared to its surroundings.

However, the Fog Demon was not complete; its upper body was condensed fog, while its lower body was actually Feng Quan's body.

It walked with the legs that originally belonged to Feng Quan, seemingly unable to escape that body.

"Is it because of the Grave Soil? The two ghosts are mutually restraining each other." Yang Jian saw that every few steps the mist ghost took, some dark brown soil fell off.

That was the remaining Grave Soil inside Feng Quan's body. However, judging from the situation, it would all fall off in another day or two. At that time, the mist ghost would be completely freed, breaking free from the restraints on Feng Quan's lower body, and would return to the ghost mist and merge with it.

That was when the Ghost Mist truly revived.

After the revival, the ghostly fog may not only shroud a hotel, but perhaps several streets, or even a city.

"Closer, please," Yang Jian said as he walked, waiting for the mist demon to get closer.

The ghostly hand was already waiting nearby, ready to grab the ghost as soon as it got close.

The trap was simple, and anyone could see through it, but the ghost acted in a fixed way and wouldn't care whether your trap was real or not.

Five seconds later.

The ghost in the thick fog entered Yang Jian's attack range. Yang Jian did not believe that there was any possibility of failure if he attacked within this range.

The ghostly figure that had been lying dormant on the ground immediately stood up, like a pitch-black hand grabbing the legs of the mist ghost.

The Fog Demon seemed to struggle and resist, but to no avail.

As the ghostly figure invaded, the upper body, formed from dense fog, was rapidly disintegrating, and the surrounding fog was also continuously dissipating.

"The restriction was successful," Yang Jian said slowly.

"Brother Leg, you're amazing. Ghosts of this level are no longer a threat to you," Feng Quan praised with a smile. He also saw the surrounding fog dissipating at an incredible speed.

This is a sign that the vengeful spirit has been restrained, and any supernatural occurrences that arise from it will also disappear.

"Don't praise me yet. The most important thing right now is to help you put your body back in place. The Grave Soil in your body has already revived, and the ghost mist will soon follow. I don't know if the two ghosts can regain their balance." Yang Jian expressed his concerns and quickly walked over, carrying Feng Quan's upper body on his back.

Place the successfully suppressed lower body and his upper body together, then piece them together using ghostly figures.

It was like piecing together building blocks to reassemble a broken body.

Piecing together a body is not difficult; it's already second nature to Yang Jian. But whether Feng Quan can survive is uncertain.

It's difficult to deduce the physical condition of Ghost Tamer using common sense, so it depends on whether Feng Quan is lucky enough to survive.

"It's okay, I can feel my lower body moving again," Feng Quan said with some surprise.

Yang Jian said, "Although you have regained your senses, it's because I helped you suppress the ghost in your body. If I hadn't helped you suppress it, you might have died immediately from the resurgence of the vengeful ghost. So now is the most crucial moment; I need to withdraw the ghost shadow."

"Alright, take back the ghostly image and I'll try again. If I really die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost, I'll accept it. In our line of work, no one is immune to death." Feng Quan nodded, showing no fear on his face.

For him, his life today was a stroke of luck.

If Yang Jian hadn't forcibly extended his life, he would have died from the resurgence of the vengeful ghost in the hotel. So now he has a chance to live, even if the chance is slim. It's a very pleasant surprise for him. Even if he dies in the end, at least he's lived for a little longer.

Yang Jian didn't say anything more at this moment and immediately withdrew the headless ghost shadow.