Holding Their Own

The first attack on the conference room of the Ping An Building was by that eerie crimson light. It came swiftly and without warning, wiping out most of the people in the conference room in just a few dozen seconds, leaving only a few who managed to withstand the attack and survive.

I thought everything would be fine after the first attack.

Most people who fit the criteria for a vengeful ghost attack are already dead, so the ghost couldn't possibly be watching this place anymore.

Fang Shiming, Jiang Shangbai, and Wu Yun, along with a dead man Liu Dong, planned to temporarily evacuate to the underground safe house of the Ping An Building.

With the financial resources of friends and the numerous capitalists investing regardless of cost, building a safe house is not a difficult task at all.

However, the second attack was even more bizarre.

Dark blue hands, like those reaching out from a pile of corpses, appeared out of thin air on everyone's bodies. These hands were cold and terrifying, their stiff fingers gripping their bodies with strength beyond that of ordinary people, constantly writhing and crawling, making one's hair stand on end.

This is an invisible curse, more like a vengeful ghost attacking from within.

It seems that a real demon had invaded their bodies sometime earlier and was now erupting.

"Damn it, here it comes again." Jiang Shangbai was both shocked and furious.

He felt a hand pinching him through his clothes, but the Ghost Shroud he was wearing protected him from this terrible attack, preventing the ghost's hand from immediately invading his body and ensuring his safety.

However, at this moment he felt very frustrated.

Having commanded three ghosts, his Ghost Domain was now suppressed and rendered useless. The Ghost Shroud blocked wave after wave of attacks, but at the same time, his own body was being rapidly eroded.

If this continues, his body will become a complete corpse.

"I don't want to die!" Wu Yun was on the verge of collapse. He reached out and tried to pry open and shake off the bluish hands covering his body.

But to his horror, he discovered that these hands seemed to be growing out of his body, and he couldn't shake them off at all unless he tore his flesh open and forcibly dug them out.

However, this is not possible.

Wu Yun felt several strange fingers emerging from his eye sockets, gripping his cheeks tightly as if trying to force them out and tear every inch of his skin apart.

This horrifying attack drove him insane. He didn't care about anything else; he threw away the clothes that were wrapped around Liu Dong's dead head and held the head up to himself.

The head, which had just left Liu Dong's body, was already highly decomposed, making it impossible to discern the features. It emitted a disgusting stench, and the head was shriveled up, as if it had been smashed open by something, with a large dent in it. Most strangely, no bone could be seen inside.

Yet this dead head, with its lifeless, ashen eyes, kept turning incessantly, seemingly without any discernible pattern, as if it had never stopped before.

Just as Wu Yun raised the dead man's head towards himself, the rotating eyes of the rotting head suddenly stopped moving.

Those lifeless, empty eyes suddenly focused, staring eerily at Wu Yun.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The eerie fingers that had been deep inside Wu Yun's eye sockets released his cheek, then retreated back into his eye sockets and finally disappeared. The hand that had been gripping his ankle tightly also loosened its grip in an instant, just as an ordinary person would quickly retract their hand after being scalded by hot water. Ghostly hands were disappearing from all parts of his body.

The source of all this was the shriveled, rotting human head in his hand.

The ghosts that even the fifth level of the Ghost Domain couldn't send away seemed to be far more terrifying than these ghost hands.

Unfortunately, Liu Dong, the Ghost Tamer controlled the rotting human head, was rather unlucky. He kept the head, but his body disappeared into the fifth level of the Ghost Domain.

"It works."

Wu Yun felt as if he had just teetered on the brink of death, and was now filled with both surprise and joy.

But the instant the ghostly hand on his body disappeared, he hurriedly put down the rotting human head he was holding and quickly covered it with his clothes.

I can't let this rotting head stare at me for too long, or I'll die.

The reason Liu Dong died earlier was because his body was turned to the side, not facing the direction from which the red light was shining; otherwise, he would have been able to withstand the first attack.

Even in that brief moment of eye contact, Wu Yun felt as if pieces of skin on his face were rotting away and peeling off.

The scariest thing is that he can't even feel pain.

It felt like my brain was rotting away.

But he managed to withstand the second wave of attacks and survive.

But they could never have imagined that the main target of this ghostly hand was not Jiang Shangbai, who was dressed in a funeral shroud, nor Wu Yun, who was holding a rotting human head. They were just caught in the crossfire. The real target was Fang Shiming, the president of Ping An Building and the owner of the Ghost Scissors.

Fang Shiming's situation was far worse than theirs.

His entire body was gripped by that eerie hand, and fingers were protruding from his mouth, ears, and nose. Even his stomach was writhing, as if a hand was moving about inside.

What's even more terrifying is that this ghostly hand possesses the ability to suppress the ghosts within his body; it's definitely not as simple as just invading your body to strangle or even tear you apart.

Based on his experience, he could tell that this ghostly hand had likely obtained a piece of the ghost puzzle, filled in a missing piece, and become an even more terrifying being.

"What the hell is going on?"

Fang Shiming was furious.

He felt his mouth was stuffed full of cold hands, gripping his throat and preventing him from speaking. The ghostly hands inside his stomach were even more unrestrained, as if treating his body as a toy, relentlessly destroying it. In addition, ghostly hands were already prying at his head.

Its strength is astonishing, making it impossible for anyone to resist.

If this continues, he might have his neck snapped, his body torn apart, and die from the attack of this ghostly hand.

If someone really died like that, it would probably become a laughing stock in the entire paranormal community.

The CEO of a prominent social media company was sitting in his office during a meeting when he was inexplicably strangled to death by a ghostly hand.

However, those who haven't experienced it will never know just how despairing it can be when that ghostly hand attacks.

The ability to suppress three ghosts, coupled with their invasion of various parts of the body from the three layers of Ghost Domain, makes this virtually unsolvable; no Ghost Tamer could withstand such an attack.

He tried to resist, but to no avail.

How could an ordinary person possibly withstand the ghostly hand by struggling with their own strength?

His body began to twist and tear uncontrollably.

His entire jaw was ripped open by the ghostly hand, the cervical vertebrae in his neck were making cracking sounds, and his arms and legs were easily broken and casually manipulated on his body, presenting various unbelievable postures.

Fang Shiming's eyes widened, filled with anger and resentment. He felt no fear, only contemplation.

Why is that?

First came the eerie red light, then the attack of the ghostly hand—it all makes no sense.

Sitting in the office, so far from where Yang Jian died, it was absolutely impossible to trigger the vengeful ghost's killing pattern. If the first time could be a coincidence, this second time was inexplicable.

There is only one possible explanation.

Yang Jian is suspected to be alive. Although he may be resurrected by a vengeful ghost, he should still be alive and wants to rely on his last bit of remaining consciousness to control the resurrected ghost and fight to the death with them.

That's why these two attacks were so terrible and ferocious.

It was like a real S-class paranormal event striking, leaving no one able to cope.

"Yang Jian!"

Fang Shiming's throat bobbed, his eyes filled with anger, as if he were about to let out a roar.

But before he could make a sound, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and his head lolled to the side, collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

He died.

He died from an attack by the ghost hand.

"What?" Jiang Shangbai's expression changed drastically upon seeing this scene.

Is Mr. Fang dead?

He failed to withstand this attack?

How is that possible?

The attack from the ghost hand wasn't as terrifying as imagined. Relying on the ghost's abilities to defend itself would be enough. Both he and Wu Yun had survived; there was no reason for Fang Shiming to die like this.

Is it a hallucination?

Jiang Shangbai blinked hard, thinking he must have seen wrong.

But the body is right here; it doesn't look fake.

Perhaps he really is dead.

Even if it's hard to believe, Jiang Shangbai is certain that this Fang Shiming is not fake; he is undoubtedly real.