The Out-of-Control Situation

The consequences of lighting the ghost candle and attracting a vengeful spirit were worse than expected.

Yang Jian hadn't expected that even after opening the box and releasing the ghost hand, the number of ghosts on his side was still insufficient. He had previously calculated that the ghost could suppress at most six or seven ghosts.

But now, even with nine ghosts gathered around, someone is still being attacked.

Could it be that while I was escaping the dormitory and searching for the others, the ghost had already killed them all?

The training base only has about a dozen people in total.

There was no time to worry about anything else now. Yang Jian could only follow the previous plan, open the bottle, increase the number of ghosts on his side, stabilize the situation first, and try to move in the direction he had planned.

Soon.

Without any suspense, the lid of the gold bottle beside them was opened.

Yang Jian didn't need to do anything further; he just needed to open the bottle, and the ghost's aura would emanate. Based on the previous experience in Huanggang Village, the ghost in the coffin would group the ghost in the bottle with the ghost in the bottle.

If Ghost Hand is considered a ghost, then the total number of ghosts among Yang Jian, Zhang Lei, Huang Ziya, and the others is now 10.

It's a very considerable number, and the possibility of it being surpassed by the ghosts in the coffin is probably not high.

However, this is not an absolute insurmountable barrier.

Will it work?

Yang Jian was feeling uneasy. He ignored the bottle and stopped paying attention to it, having done all he could. He quickly turned back to look in Wang Jiang's direction.

No one can die now.

Even if one of them dies, the number of ghosts held by both sides will be completely reversed, and then it will truly become a dead end, with no chance of survival. Even Jesus would have to kneel here.

"Wang Jiang, hang in there!"

Zhang Lei shouted, and he, Huang Ziya, and another unfamiliar Ghost Tamer grabbed Wang Jiang to prevent him from being pulled into the darkness.

Yang Jian had already made arrangements. Considering that the ghost would only attack one person, the group gathered together and held onto each other.

If someone is attacked, others can help in some way. As long as the person being attacked is not killed immediately, there is a chance to turn the tables.

A tremendous force emanated from one of Wang Jiang's arms in the darkness, pulling him away from the others and seemingly leading him into some terrifying place deep within the darkness.

Although the others were terrified, they still didn't let go, holding onto Wang Jiang tightly to prevent him from being taken away by the ghost.

Because everyone knew very well that no matter who died in this operation, the rest of them would be wiped out, so even if they weren't the ones attacked first, they had to risk their lives to save the others.

"Yang Jian, are you done over there? I'm about to lose my grip," Zhang Lei called out.

They were fighting the ghost in the simplest way possible, like in a tug-of-war, but it was obviously ineffective. Everyone was being pulled backward, and Wang Jiang was in even more pain. His body felt as if it was being forcibly torn apart by the pulling force. He gritted his teeth and screamed in agony.

"How could it still be under attack?" Yang Jian was also stunned for a moment.

He even opened the bottle, so the number of ghosts should have increased to 10. Logically, Wang Jiang shouldn't have been attacked, so why are the ghosts still active and trying to kill him?

Etc.

Before Yang Jian could analyze the situation, he suddenly discovered that his Ghost Eye had regained their senses and could be opened again. Not only that, he could even feel the headless ghost shadow in his body moving and no longer being suppressed. It seemed that increasing the number of ghosts on his side had worked.

"I can't think about anything else right now, I have to save them first." Time didn't allow Yang Jian to think.

Now that his own ghost could be used, he opened his Ghost Eye without hesitation. A headless black shadow quickly enveloped Wang Jiang and invaded his body.

A headless ghostly figure invades.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The group stumbled and nearly fell to the ground; the immense force that had been pulling Wang Jiang away had vanished in an instant.

Wang Jiang was saved.

"It's alright, Wang Jiang is alright, Yang Jian, we succeeded! Wang Jiang wasn't attacked by that ghost; the ghost abandoned its target."

The unfamiliar Ghost Tamer sensed that Wang Jiang hadn't been taken away and was overjoyed. He knew it wasn't them who had saved Wang Jiang, but rather that the plan had succeeded and the effect had appeared.

"Did we succeed? That was incredibly close! Yang Jian, your preparations were truly effective. The temporary increase in the number of ghosts allowed us to survive the first wave of attacks. Now we can begin the next phase of the plan." Zhang Lei also felt a sense of joy at escaping death and breathed a sigh of relief.

They all knew that the most dangerous moment was the instant the ghost appeared after the ghost candle was lit.

If they can withstand this contact and reach a balance, they will have a relatively long period of safety in the future.

"No, the situation is not what I thought. Don't be too happy yet." Yang Jian's face was extremely ugly. "When I released the first ghost, Wang Jiang was still being attacked. When I released the second ghost, Wang Jiang was still being attacked. Although the time interval between them was very short, the ghost was in a state of attacking us the whole time."

"This means there's a very serious problem with the quantitative balance."

"No way, didn't that ghost give up attacking Wang Jiang?" Huang Ziya exclaimed.

Yang Jian, "It has nothing to do with ghosts. I used my own vengeful ghost abilities to save him, not that we met the conditions to save him."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, walked over to Wang Jiang, and grabbed one of his arms to examine it.

"I saw your arm almost get ripped off earlier. Approximately where were you attacked?"

"Yes, that's right. I just felt something suddenly grab my hand and try to pull me away. The spot where it grabbed me is here," Wang Jiang said, pointing to the spot.

When Yang Jian saw the marks left on Wang Jiang's arm, his expression changed.

There were no handprints or scratches on Wang Jiang's arm, only a deep ligature mark.

The marks from the ligature are exactly the same as those made by the ghost rope.

In other words, what attacked Wang Jiang just now was not a ghost, but a ghost rope.

No, maybe it was a ghost. That ghost might have used the ghost rope to attack Wang Jiang.

If it's a ghost rope, then the situation is very likely to get completely out of control.

Realizing something, Yang Jian suddenly turned around and looked.

He saw a pale, bloodless hand draped over Huang Ziya's shoulder, and that hand was rapidly disappearing from his sight.

This is the ghost hand coming back to life.