A Comparison of Numbers

A small black flame flickered on the white ghost candle.

The surroundings were dark and cold, exuding an eerie and ominous atmosphere.

More than a minute has passed since the ghost candle was lit.

But the ghost has not yet appeared.

This situation gave Yang Jian a vague sense of unease; he worried that the ghost candle might no longer be able to attract the ghost.

Or perhaps, this ghost candle also possesses the characteristics of a "ghost" to some extent. Faced with a ghost that only kills lone individuals, is its own attraction insufficient to overcome the rules of the ghost?

If that's the case, then his plan has failed.

"Wait a little longer. If the ghost doesn't appear within three minutes, the situation will completely spiral out of control." Yang Jian's heart pounded. At this moment, he wasn't worried about the ghost appearing, but rather about it not appearing at all.

If the ghost doesn't appear, it means the Ghost Candle has failed, and the other Ghost Tamer scattered around the training base will soon be killed.

Once everyone else is dead, it will be their turn, and by then they will have no chance of survival whatsoever.

Time passed little by little.

The five people gathered together didn't say a word. The silence around them was eerily quiet; the only sound they could hear was each other's heavy, uneasy breathing.

The surrounding darkness isolated them from the outside world, and everyone knew that they were alone and helpless, and could only try to save themselves.

"Call!"

Suddenly.

Just then, a faint breeze seemed to rise around them, but no one felt the wind blowing past them. Instead, the white ghost candle standing in the middle began to sway restlessly.

The flames flickered violently, casting shadows on the people around them.

I don't know when it started, but the surrounding vision was greatly compressed, and a dense darkness surged in from all directions like a tide.

The black flames flickered more and more violently.

"Yang Jian."

A trembling voice sounded beside me, seemingly asking a question, yet also offering a reminder.

"I know, the ghost has come, the ghost candle is working." Yang Jian's tone was unusually solemn. He had already noticed the abnormality in the surrounding environment, just like when he experienced it in Huanggang Village.

Once the ghost is attracted, this first contact is extremely dangerous, because it is uncertain how many ghosts it can suppress.

Perhaps they are still safe, or perhaps they have become separated from their group.

I took a deep breath.

Suppressing his inner unease and tension, Yang Jian made all the preparations he could.

The others trembled with tension. They did nothing and said nothing, because in front of this ghost, they were just like ordinary people, their only purpose being to gather together to make up the numbers.

Soon.

The encroaching darkness, without any suspense, directly swallowed everyone.

The previously dim surroundings suddenly lost all light, becoming pitch black, just like the situation in the dormitory building earlier.

Everyone except Yang Jian became completely blind; they couldn't see anything clearly and could only rely on their senses and ears to detect the immense terror hidden around them.

The Ghost Eye's field of vision is also not very large.

This ghost can suppress any ghost without any countermeasure, including Yang Jian's Ghost Domain, but the Ghost Eye itself also possesses a special kind of vision.

It belongs to the Ghost Eye's vision, so even if he can't use the Ghost Domain, he can still see his surroundings clearly through the Ghost Eye.

"Is it still about five meters away?" Yang Jian simply closed his eyes and focused his attention on the Ghost Eye's vision, using Ghost Eye to observe the surrounding movements.

At this moment, there was a strange eye on his forehead and another on the back of his head.

The two Ghost Eye allowed him to see clearly what was in front of him and behind him. The ghost didn't particularly hide its presence, so the vision from these two eyes was sufficient. Any more would not only be meaningless but would also hinder Yang Jian himself.

"Yang Jian, has it arrived?" Zhang Lei asked nervously in a low voice when he saw that there was no movement around him.

"Not yet."

Yang Jian replied, "It didn't appear within my Ghost Eye's range, but I'm certain it's here, nearby. Don't panic, proceed according to plan. If this operation fails, there's nothing to say."

"I understand." Zhang Lei stopped talking and began to quietly wait for the result.

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye twitched as he looked at the location of the ghost candle.

The ghost candle remained stable, but its burning speed was the same as before, without any change.

Because white ghost candles only attract ghosts, they don't burn as intensely when they encounter ghosts as red ghost candles. This means that white ghost candles can burn for a considerable period of time without suddenly burning out.

However, just as Yang Jian was about to look away...

Something horrifying happened.

His vision was rapidly fading, and everything around him was gradually darkening, as if his eyes had gone blind and he was about to become completely blind.

No, it's not that I'm going blind, it's that my Ghost Eye is being suppressed and is about to close.

Instantly, Yang Jian realized that the situation was not good.

He wasn't too surprised that his Ghost Eye were suppressed, but it was unprecedented for Ghost Eye to close on their own like this. No, it wasn't unprecedented. Back in Dachang City, when he was staying at Jiang Yan's apartment, a passing ghost of unknown level once came by. His Ghost Eye closed on their own then too, and he didn't even dare to look at it.

This is pure suppression.

Just like Yang Jian's own headless ghost shadow, it can perfectly suppress the ghost rope, turning it into an ordinary item.

But now, they are the ones being suppressed.

"Damn it, just how powerful has this ghost become?"

Without a second thought, Yang Jian eagerly opened the golden box in his hand.

When the box was opened, it contained an object wrapped in thick gold foil. This object was shaped like a hand, the ghostly hand he had imprisoned on the plane.

However, just as he was about to release the ghostly hand to increase the number of ghosts on his side, he hesitated for a moment.

"What if this ghost can currently suppress exactly 8?"

Yang Jian's heart trembled. "If that's really the case, releasing this ghost hand is tantamount to suicide, because while the ghosts within our bodies are suppressed, this ghost hand is not, and can start killing indiscriminately."

The pattern of the ghost in the coffin is that it kills those who are alone, but the ghost hand is different; this hand doesn't care whether you're alone or not.

In such a critical moment, one wrong step could mean total annihilation, and there was no time for him to continue thinking.

"I have to take another gamble." Yang Jian gritted his teeth, dispelling his hesitation, and tore off the gold foil, releasing the ghostly hand.

He bet that the number of ghosts this time can suppress is 9.

Only in this way will the Ghost Hand be completely safe after being released, and will it not kill people indiscriminately.

However, if this ghost can suppress 8, then releasing the ghost hand is equivalent to releasing a living ghost, which would be a devastating blow to everyone.

After the gold foil was torn open, the ghostly hand inside, which was originally invisible and could only be found by opening three layers of Ghost Domain, was now...

A pale, bloodless hand lay quietly in the box, without a trace of eeriness.

"I bet right. This ghost has even suppressed its ghost hand, so the number it can suppress right now is 9." Yang Jian was both shocked and frightened, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, but at the same time he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The number of ghosts on our side is 8, and with the ghost hand, it makes a total of 9.

The balance should be restored.

Before he could even feel relieved, a tremendous force suddenly pulled from behind, and Wang Jiang's terrified and desperate voice rang out. "Help, help! I've been attacked! Something has grabbed me and is dragging me away!"

This news sent chills down Yang Jian's spine.

"Are you kidding me? We had nine ghosts on our side and we were attacked too?"

Could it be that this ghostly hand isn't actually a ghost?

My worst fears have come true.

It is very likely that in the judgment of the Ghost Coffin, the Ghost Hand can only be considered a fragmented ghost, and its number is less than 1, maybe 0.5, so they are still in a state of being alone.

Of course, there is another possibility: the number of ghosts in the coffin may have exceeded 9, reaching 10.

Even if Yang Jian releases the Ghost Hand, he is still missing one ghost.

"Open the bottle and release the second ghost."

Instead of saving Wang Jiang, Yang Jian instantly realized what was happening and opened the golden bottle next to him.

He can't save Wang Jiang if the balance is broken; only restoring the balance can save him.