Yang Jian Against Wei Jing

Out of control, Du Wei Jing had now completely walked out of the gate of the Ping An Technology Experimental Base and was standing on the asphalt outside.

At this moment, it was still drizzling, and the surroundings were damp and chilly.

But after Wei Jing appeared, the surrounding environment became even more bizarre. The surrounding light seemed to disappear, and a layer of darkness was appearing and enveloping the vicinity. This darkness was very dense and heavy, almost to the point of being tangible.

This is Wei Jing's Ghost Domain.

It is also the ghost Ghost Domain of the Ghost Messengers.

However, as Wei Jing was part of the Ghost Messenger, his Ghost Domain was not complete, and the area it covered was not very large.

Although the area is not large, Wei Jing's Ghost Domain is terrifying. Yang Jian's three-layered Ghost Domain could not invade, and only the fourth-layered Ghost Domain could fight him to a standstill. Only by opening the fifth-layered Ghost Domain could he counter-invade. Such a situation is extremely hopeless for most Ghost Tamer.

There was a reason why the group of people who went to deal with the Ghost Messenger incident almost got trapped and died inside.

However, just as Wei Jing's Ghost Domain was spreading, Yang Jian appeared on the other side of the road. He left the building to stop the out-of-control Wei Jing.

Just to be on the safe side, he brought along a ghost child.

The bulging belly of the ghost child seemed to have eaten and drunk its fill. Its red eyes, like extensions of Ghost Eye, curiously surveyed everything around it. In addition, the dead human head it held in its hands seemed even more dangerous.

The head was clearly in a state of advanced decomposition, yet it still showed signs of movement.

The greyish-white eyes were peering in, sending chills down one's spine.

"He really has lost consciousness." Yang Jian observed for a moment and could not see any trace of life on Wei Jing's dead face.

Numb, cold, like a walking corpse.

"Although it lost consciousness, it didn't attack me proactively, nor did it attack Wang Xiaoming before. This state is very peculiar; it's neither like a ghost nor like a human."

Just like Wang Xiaoming's previous observation, Yang Jian also made a judgment.

The theory that the ghost's killing patterns temporarily failed in the case of the out-of-control Du Wei Jing.

Since there was no pattern, Yang Jian decided to confront it head-on.

"Have the dead man's head keep an eye on Wei Jing," Yang Jian ordered the ghost child.

This is the most conservative form of resistance. Although the dead man's head is a ghost, it is a very special existence. Although it is very dangerous, it can be used simply by holding it in your hand. It feels like this thing would be very suitable to be made into a supernatural object, such as a telescope. A double-barreled shotgun can kill a person when pointed at it, and suppress a ghost when pointed at it.

The rotting, dead head was repositioned in the ghost child's hand, and its pair of deathly gray eyes fixed on Wei Jing.

Suppression has occurred.

The Ghost Domain surrounding Wei Jing was affected; the oppressive darkness began to gradually dissipate, albeit slowly, but the effect was already quite noticeable.

"It's useful, but the suppression isn't enough." Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.

A rotting human head can only suppress Wei Jing's Ghost Domain, but he is still moving and heading this way. What does this mean? It's quite obvious.

Wei Jing is in extremely high danger.

Regardless of the scope of its impact, its current level of danger is at least A, which is on par with the Knocking Ghost Incident.

"Wang Xiaoming asked me to rescue Wei Jing, not kill him. This is somewhat difficult for me, since it's hard to strike the right balance in some things." Yang Jian glanced behind him.

Without him noticing, a tall, headless black figure stood behind him.

The headless black shadow began to walk on the ground like a living person, heading towards Wei Jing.

With the rotting human head and the oppressive presence of the headless ghost, Yang Jian felt that this should be enough.

However, the appearance of the headless ghost seemed to alert Wei Jing. He stopped in his tracks, his empty, lifeless eyes watching the approaching ghost, and an incomprehensible change appeared on his face. This change prompted Wei Jing to retaliate. His stiff hand picked up the blackened, old straw rope at his waist.

Ghost Rope!

This is a ghost, a terrifying supernatural being, and it has already come back to life.

The reason there was no movement was because Wei Jing had been suppressing him all along, so he hadn't shown any reaction.

Now.

Wei Jing was holding onto the ghost rope, let go, broke free of his control, and fell to the ground.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and the target of the ghostly attack changed; he wanted to take the ghost rope.

He had been robbed of the rope by the Ghost Messenger, but Wei Jing later mysteriously resurrected and brought it back from Ghost Messenger, so he had no objection to its ownership.

After all, Wei Jing got it back through his own abilities, and Yang Jian didn't have the audacity to step forward and claim it as his own.

But things are different now; Wei Jing has lost control.

The headless ghostly figure raised its arm, formed from shadow, as if to reach for the straw rope.

The ghostly figure versus the ghostly rope—this scene had happened before, and the ghostly figure won that time. The reason was simple: the ghostly rope, capable of hanging a person, couldn't lift the headless ghostly figure.

However, the next moment...

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Before the ghostly figure even touched the straw rope, the black ghostly rope instantly wrapped around its body, binding it completely.

The headless ghost struggled, but couldn't escape. The rope could even bind a shadow without a body; if a person got close, they would be strangled instantly, their corpse twisted in agony.

"The Ghost Rope has undergone some kind of change that I'm unaware of." Yang Jian's expression turned serious.

This rope is a little different from the previous ones.

But the resurgence of the Ghost Rope continues.

In the dim sky, strange grass ropes began to fall one by one. The area covered was not large, but they were densely packed together, and these grass ropes began to converge on Yang Jian, trying to attack him.

A straw rope, which was nearby, landed on Yang Jian's shoulder and instantly tightened around his neck, attempting to hang him up.

Yang Jian's expression remained normal. He reached out and grabbed the ghost rope, but hadn't exerted any force yet.

The once incredibly sturdy ghost rope snapped instantly, as if weathered away, leaving only a clump of black powder in his hand, which was scattered cleanly by a gust of wind.

That's not all.

Each of these dangling ropes is held by a blackened hand, and the supernatural being, belonging to the ghostly hand, has chosen to fight against these extending ghostly ropes.

One by one, the straw ropes broke, shattered, and then vanished completely.

The eerie grass rope hanging from the sky had just come to life, and before it could kill a single person, it was already retreating.

"My ghost hand also obtained a piece of the Ghost Messenger's puzzle, and this suppression surpasses that of the ghost rope." Yang Jian was both resisting and trying, and he came to this conclusion by looking at his blackened palm.

He then looked at the headless ghost figure.

At this moment, a real black hand appeared on the arm formed by the headless ghost's shadow, and this black hand grabbed the ghost rope in an attempt to suppress it.

The ghost rope was loosening, and the headless ghost figure was struggling to break free of control.

Although suppression exists, its effect is not significant.

"The derived ghost hand cannot suppress the true ghost rope that is the source. Although it is effective, I will have to take action myself to truly take away this ghost rope," Yang Jian thought to himself, having already made a general judgment.

"In that case, we can ignore the ghost rope and focus on suppressing Wei Jing directly. My ghost shadow is trapped, so his ghost rope is useless."

The next moment, Yang Jian activated the fourth layer of the Ghost Domain.

With the rotting corpse head suppressing Wei Jing, his four-layered Ghost Domain was sufficient.

Yang Jian vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Wei Jing, grabbing his arm. The eerie power of the black ghost hand fell entirely on Wei Jing, with nothing else sharing the burden.

"Was the suppression successful?"

Yang Jian sensed that Wei Jing seemed to have stopped moving, as if he had frozen in place.

This is the last chapter.