The Torn Curse

After bringing Ghost Child out, Yang Jian prepared to withdraw from the dim, eerie house. He did not want to keep fighting an unknown ghost here. After all, it could even suppress Ghost Child, which made it extremely dangerous. One careless mistake, and he might very well end up dead in this tiny house.

But when he quickly returned to the first floor and headed down the corridor to leave the house—

Hurried footsteps descended behind him, echoing through the pitch-black house filled with the stench of corpses, as if someone were rapidly chasing after him.

Yang Jian did not stop. Hearing the movement behind him only made him move faster.

"The ghost followed me, which means I've met its killing conditions. It's going to attack me. My earlier guess was right. Ghost Child being brought into the closet by the ghost had actually maintained a delicate balance, leaving the ghost no time to deal with me. That was why I could reach the room on the second floor without obstruction."

"Now that I've taken Ghost Child out, the thing suppressing that ghost is gone, so it has started moving again."

In an instant, Yang Jian had roughly analyzed what had happened.

This was a vicious ghost whose level of terror was on par with Ghost Child's, perhaps even more frightening.

Yang Jian sped up, but the corridor ahead seemed to stretch infinitely. The path back was even stranger than the path in. No matter how far he walked, he could not see the front door. He remained trapped inside the house.

"The entire house has been affected by the ghost. Anyone who enters it will become lost here. It's practically another kind of Ghost Domain. And although my Ghost Eye can clearly see the correct path, my body can't