The Shadow's Identity

Yang Jian was cut in half at the waist and lay sprawled on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

At this moment, his entire body was rapidly growing cold, and his heartbeat was gradually stopping. His body was dying again after suffering such severe injuries, but Yang Jian's consciousness remained. He was still alive in an incomprehensible way, not killed by that strange woodcutter's knife.

"As expected, Xiong Wenwen's prediction last time was correct. If I rashly approach this ghost, I will be killed instantly."

Yang Jian's remaining upper body struggled as he looked up in the direction the tall male corpse had left, his expression shifting constantly.

What exactly happened during that attack?

Is it because you can't touch this ghost? Or is it simply because you got too close?

"Wait, why does this ghost's back look so familiar?" Yang Jian looked at the tall male corpse. As the body moved away and gradually disappeared into the darkness, it left behind a human-shaped silhouette.

The silhouette resembles a dark shadow, or more accurately, a headless ghost.

No, not like. The headless ghost and the silhouette of this tall male corpse are exactly the same, almost perfectly overlapping. The only difference is that the headless ghost has no head, while this rotting tall male corpse has a head.

Yang Jian immediately glanced at the headless ghostly figure behind him.

He was immediately stunned.

The headless ghostly figure behind him was also severed in two, just like his corpse, cut in half at the waist, with no connection in the middle.

"The headless ghost shadow broke off? Are you kidding me? That thing can even attack ghost shadows?" Yang Jian looked at his feet, which were still standing in the same place. Behind his feet, there was only the shadow of a pair of legs; the shadow of his upper body was gone.

He looked down.

The remaining half of the shadow is on the upper body.

At this moment,

Yang Jian finally understood why the ghost rope in Xiong Wenwen's premonition was cut: because this strange woodcutter's knife seemed to be able to restrain ghosts to some extent.

No, it should be said that it possesses the ability to dismember demons.

The complete ghost was shattered because of that strange woodcutter's knife.

"But why is the wound on this ghostly figure's waist the same as the wound on its neck?" Yang Jian noticed again that the headless ghostly figure's head and the waist that had just been severed were both straight lines.

The wounds are exactly the same.

This is absolutely not a coincidence, but evidence.

"The headless ghost actually had a head. At some point, it was just as unlucky as I was, getting struck by this eerie woodcutter's knife. Its head fell off, and the complete ghost was dismembered, broken into pieces. The body became the headless ghost, and the head became another ghost."

Yang Jian was astonished when he discovered this.

I accidentally discovered some connections between the ghost puzzle pieces, and you could even say I found a part of the original ghost puzzle.

"The headless ghost is very likely the shadow of this ghost. The back view is almost identical, and the ghost's head was probably chopped off by the woodcutter's knife in this ghost's hand." Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. "So, this ghost cut off its own shadow?"

It sounds almost unbelievable.

Will a ghost that has completed its puzzle disassemble itself?

The rotting body, the headless ghostly figure, and the ghostly head were divided into three parts.

"If the guess is true, then where is the final ghostly head? Was it also at the Furen Shopping Mall in Dachang City before? But I didn't find it when I imprisoned the headless ghost. Or was it because I wasn't careful enough and accidentally missed it?"

Yang Jian felt that there was a high possibility that he had overlooked something.

Of course, there is another possibility: the ghost's head is not there, but somewhere else in the world.

"Now doesn't seem like the time to think about that. Even if the ghostly shadow is the ghost's shadow, the ghostly shadow has crashed, and I'm the one controlling it. I'm not going to hand this puzzle piece over to the ghost."

The ghostly shadow of Yang Jian's upper body gradually extended, attempting to connect with the shadow of his lower body and piece it together again.

But soon, he frowned.

Although the upper and lower body ghosts were piecing together, the process was much slower than expected. At this rate, it would take at least several hours to return to its previous state.

"Can't the scattered ghosts recover in a short time? It seems that not only the ghost shadows, but even my Ghost Domain has a gap." Yang Jian looked up at his three-layered Ghost Domain.

A huge gap has appeared, and it cannot be repaired in a short time.

A blind spot seemed to have appeared in the Ghost Eye's vision; that area was unclear.

"What a terrifying and bizarre thing." Yang Jian used his Ghost Domain to move his body, reuniting the two severed pieces, and then pieced them back together with the ghostly shadow of his upper body.

His body immediately returned to normal.

However, he had no feeling in his legs and was unable to walk.

The gap in the ghostly figure had not yet healed, and he could not control the ghostly figure in his lower body to move his legs, because his own body was dead and could not move. He could move before only because the headless ghostly figure was controlling him, not because he could move even though he had actually become a corpse.

"The coffin nails in Dachang City, Fang Shiming's Ghost Scissors, and the eerie wood-chopping knife here—these kinds of supernatural objects are quite peculiar. If we can't take them away this time, I'm even considering prying off a few paving stones that Fang Shiming walked on and leaving them here so that the ghost can step on the remaining footprints."

Yang Jian's legs being crippled by a single strike is not a problem; he can still use Ghost Domain to move.

But upon closer examination, he abandoned the plan.

Because there is too much uncertainty.

This place is so big, even if we managed to get Fang Shiming's footprints, how long would it take for the ghost to completely cover and step on them?

If you're lucky, you might not get hit by it for several years.

Yang Jian couldn't wait until then.

"Let's try other methods. We can't waste this opportunity while the Music Box Curse is still active. Once we miss this chance, it will be impossible to contact this ghost again. I doubt any Ghost Tamer could withstand that kind of attack."

Yang Jian once again pursued the past; he decided to fight this ghost to the bitter end.

How can we fight Fang Shiming's Ghost Scissors if we don't take this thing?

The ghost hadn't gone far.

Yang Jian quickly caught up, and this time he was bolder, approaching directly at the target.

From ten meters away, you gradually shorten the distance.

His willingness to risk his life was a second way of testing the ghost's attack method.

Nine meters, eight meters, seven meters

Yang Jian followed behind the tall, decaying corpse, but this time he was not attacked.

The ghost continued walking with heavy, stiff steps, completely unaware of or paying any attention to Yang Jian behind him.

"The way ghosts attack isn't by distance." Yang Jian came to this conclusion after moving within five meters.

Getting close won't get you attacked by the ghost; if you wanted to attack, this ghost has already stabbed you.

"It's most likely contact." Yang Jian thought back to what had just happened.

The ghostly hand touched the ghost, thus triggering the killing pattern, and the ghost turned around.

However, that slash was probably not aimed at him, but rather at the original body of the ghost hand. He was likely accidentally injured, since the ghost hand that triggered the killing pattern was not his own hand.

However, this is just one guess, and it may not be true.

"Even if it's not contact, it's definitely related to this. So what I need to consider is how to take the supernatural object from the ghost's hands without making contact with it." Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he thought of another supernatural object he had taken from Headquarters before.

Shroud.

This thing is said to be able to suppress any ghost without fail, and there has been no record of failure so far. The only difference is that it needs to be wrapped around the ghost, which is very slow.

The mere mention of slow efficiency rendered the shroud practically useless.

Restricting ghosts requires immediate results; who gives you time to take your time?

Yang Jian had two reasons for choosing this item: one was for his own use, and the other was for the ghost in front of him.

So he carried the shroud with him.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian took out the shroud, which was in a golden box, from his clothes.

This thing doesn't take up much space when folded in the box, so it's easy to carry around.

After opening.

Inside, on the thick, grayish-white cloth, remained the outline of a human figure. He could even see a blurry human face imprinted on the shroud, as well as traces of a body, proving that at some point in the past, this thing had wrapped a corpse, or perhaps a ghost.

The fact that the shroud was intact indicates that a ghost was once suppressed, but for some unknown reason, the ghost escaped, leaving behind an empty shroud.