A New Balance

The operation on Yang Jian's side proceeded smoothly.

Huang Ziya, who had been running through the darkness with the ghost candle in her hand, had reached her limit. Her legs gave way, and she stumbled and fell onto the hard cement road. The fall made her dizzy and she almost fainted. At the same time, the ghost candle in her hand was extinguished by the fall.

She wanted to find the ghost candle, but she had already fallen somewhere. Fear and terror made her gasp and breathe more and more heavily.

The surroundings remained eerily quiet, but Huang Ziya could feel a chilly breeze blowing nearby, which sent shivers down her spine. She dared not continue searching for the ghost candle and instead focused on how to save her own life.

After all, I've already delayed things enough.

Just as she was about to stand up, suddenly, it felt as if something was falling down behind her. At the same time, she felt something touching her arms and legs, rough and soft, like wild grass being blown by the wind and touching her body, giving her a seemingly harmless feeling.

But this gentle prelude foreshadowed an impending terror.

Moment.

In the darkness, an old straw rope was tied around her neck, nearly breaking her bones, and she was hoisted up.

The only drawback of the ghost rope was its slow speed, but even so, it still managed to catch up with Huang Ziya.

She was attacked.

Moreover, this attack is irresistible. Even if she uses her ghostly abilities to withstand one attack from the ghost rope, she still cannot withstand the countless subsequent attacks and will eventually die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

Huang Ziya didn't even think about resisting. The moment she was hoisted up, she immediately threw out a strange rag doll she was holding.

The rag doll was stained with blood; it came from her other hand.

She was, after all, a trained Ghost Tamer, so her manners weren't that bad. Beforehand, she had prepared herself to smear blood on the doll at any time.

The rag doll, sewn haphazardly with old cloth and black hair, landed on the ground and then strangely flipped over and stood up. It turned its head as if surveying its surroundings, looking around with great curiosity.

Because his body was stained with Huang Ziya's blood.

This eerie rag doll seemed to have replaced Huang Ziya's presence, and the ghost rope that had attacked her earlier changed direction again, hanging down towards the rag doll.

Huang Ziya, who was hanging in mid-air, suddenly lost her grip on her neck and fell to the ground.

"Yes, it worked! Yang Jian really didn't lie to me." Ignoring the pain, she revealed the joy of escaping death in the darkness.

The rag doll seemed to sense that the ghost rope was about to attack it, and it began to run nimbly and quickly on the ground with its short legs.

A ghost rope floated by, and the rag doll jumped up, passed through the loop on the ghost rope, and continued hopping forward.

If it encounters a tree blocking its way, the rag doll will go around it; if it encounters a step, it will climb over it.

The doll nimbly leaped and weaved along the way, managing to avoid the countless ropes that seemed to be traps, all of which failed to catch it. After dodging several attacks, the doll would even stop and clap its hands, appearing very happy.

This rag doll seems to have a pretty good survival ability; Ghost Rope couldn't do anything about it in a short time.

However, plush toys are consumed.

Because it was made of old, tattered cloth, the quality wasn't very good. After the doll ran around for a while, the old cloth began to wear out and tear due to friction with the cement pavement. Something seemed to be leaking out, like white paper.

At the same time, the doll's leg seemed to be lame, and it was no longer as agile, walking with a limp.

But it was still desperately trying to escape, with the ghost rope in hot pursuit.

Because the rag doll encountered a step, its small body couldn't easily jump over it and had to climb up. As a result, it was a step slower, and a rope touched the rag doll's body, inevitably looping around its neck and tightening in an attempt to hang it up.

However, the doll was too small, and when the rope tightened, it didn't loop around its neck, only locking one of its hands, leaving it hanging up.

The rag doll struggled violently, finally sacrificing an arm to break free of the wicked rope, landing safely on the ground, and continuing to run in another direction.

But if this trend continues...

Eventually, the rag doll will surely die from excessive wear and tear.

But Huang Ziya was safe until it died.

And at this time...

Yang Jian's operation has reached its final stage.

However, a small problem arose.

The ghost's face couldn't be pieced together successfully; it remained stuck to the old newspaper.

Yes.

Previously, Yang Jian needed to work with the headless ghost to attach faces, but now that the ghost within his body is suppressed, he can't use this ability, so the face can't be attached.

"Wang Jiang, let go!" Yang Jian said hurriedly at this moment.

"What?" Wang Jiang was stunned. "You really want me to let go?"

"That's right. We need to loosen the restrictions and allow the ghost to regain some mobility. Only then can my plan succeed," Yang Jian.

If this ghost has the instinct to steal other ghosts, then it should also have the ability to reclaim its own face, since it can even piece other ghosts back together.

"Okay, okay." Wang Jiang didn't ask why. Since Yang Jian said so, he would do it.

Immediately, Wang Jiang released his grip on the corpse's arm.

The very moment he let go.

Zhang Lei and Yang Jian clearly felt the stiff corpse move slightly.

But at the same time, the old newspapers stuck to the corpse slowly drifted down, the face on them disappeared, and they were successfully pieced together onto the ghost's body.

It regained its face.

At the same time, Yang Jian added, "Wang Jiang will come back and suppress it."

Wang Jiang was even more puzzled, but he still approached the ghost without hesitation.

Yang Jian's actions only require the ghost to regain its face, but he cannot allow the ghost to continue its activities, otherwise the ghost might be able to disable its ability to alter memories.

Will it work?

Although the plan had changed somewhat, he felt extremely uneasy.

The next moment.

Yang Jian, Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, and even the half-dead Qian Yi clearly felt that their abilities were no longer suppressed and they regained their mobility.

The plan to make this thing misjudge its own ghost count succeeded.

"Now is the time." Yang Jian's ghostly hand, which had been trapped in the corpse, regained its movement. He seized this only opportunity and quickly invaded the ghost's body, beginning to take away a crucial part of it.

At the same time.

The stiff, blackened corpse suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if it had lost some kind of eerie support, and became just an ordinary corpse.

"Yang Jian, what happened?" Zhang Lei asked, pressing down on the corpse lying on the ground, somewhat panicked.

"It's nothing. The ghost restarted. We restricted it, so it abandoned its identity." Yang Jian slowly pulled his arm out of the corpse.

Zhang Lei's eyes widened. "How is that possible? We clearly measured the quantity precisely and didn't impose any restrictions."

He simply couldn't understand what Yang Jian had done before.

"This isn't the time to ask that; let's see if we can get out of here." Yang Jian retracted his numb arm.

His expression immediately froze.

A black brand was left on his arm. The brand was diamond-shaped, like the coffin nail in Wang Xiaoming's hand, or like a piece of flesh that had replaced a part of him and become part of his arm.

"The three ghost coffin nails turned into a mass of black flesh because of the ghosts' presence. Now, I've taken them, and because of the headless ghost shadow, they've been pieced together onto my body, merging with the ghost hand to form something new."

His hand remained inside the ghost's body for quite some time, causing some unpredictable changes.

I noticed other changes in my body.

Yang Jian also noticed that the headless ghost's urge to change bodies had disappeared, the ghostly hand forcibly attached to the body was also very calm and could move freely, and even the restlessness of the Ghost Eye about to revive was gone.

"A new balance?"

The coffin nails made by the three ghosts should be able to suppress the three ghosts, since they are from the ghosts and possess some of their characteristics. Right now, there are three ghosts inside Yang Jian's body: a ghost hand, a headless ghost shadow, and Ghost Eye, so his own ghost is suppressed.

However, because the coffin nails are in a malfunctioning state, they cannot be revived for the time being.

In other words, Yang Jian has now achieved a perfect balance.

"So, does that mean my hand is something else entirely?" Yang Jian examined his arm, which had lost all feeling.

Although his arm was blackened, his palm was cold and pale, devoid of any color. The stark contrast was incredibly eerie, but he could sense that this hand belonged to a new ghost.

A ghost that cannot be understood, pieced together by a series of coincidences.

Currently, it can be perfectly controlled as a ghost.

Just as he was examining himself, Zhang Lei suddenly pointed into the distance and exclaimed, "Yang Jian, look! The Ghost Domain is disappearing!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian abruptly raised his head.

Sure enough, he saw a patch of darkness gathering in the distance, rapidly moving away from a certain place, while the surroundings became increasingly bright, and he could even see the morning sun behind him.

The receding darkness, at first glance, resembled the shape of a coffin. If viewed from a greater distance, it looked exactly like a black coffin moving about, sending chills down one's spine.

"This is what the Ghost Coffin truly looks like. A ghost, a Ghost Domain?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

This ghost coffin seems to be getting more and more mysterious.

Wait, the ghost left in the direction of the laboratory.