The Lit Candle

Watching the middle-aged man named Sakai's head leave his neck and fly away, everyone realized at that moment that true terror had arrived at their side. Perhaps the ghost had yet to appear, but it had already begun killing.

Silently.

Without warning, without any sign.

It was enough to make one's scalp crawl.

Even Yang Jian wondered whether he could have withstood that attack if he had been the one targeted just now.

With no neck, blood began flowing from the severed stump of Sakai's corpse, quickly pooling across the ground. However, Sakai's physical condition had clearly been poor. His blood was thick and viscous, unlike that of a normal living person, more like the blood of someone gravely ill.

Yet Sakai's headless corpse did not die because of this. Instead, it showed signs of continuing to move.

After a Ghost Tamer died, the ghost would revive within the corpse. Without a living person to control it, that revival would happen very quickly.

At that moment.

Everyone remaining turned to look at Yang Jian.

The crisis had already appeared. The only one capable of dealing with the current situation was the top Ghost Tamer President Mishima had paid a tremendous price to hire from overseas.

Yang Jian frowned and walked over without saying a word. He picked up Sakai's corpse with one hand, dragged it to a house nearby, opened the door, and tossed it inside.

If a malevolent ghost was going to revive, it was best to keep the thing farther away. At the very least, it should not affect what he did next.

The others watched silently as Sakai's corpse was casually thrown into a nearby house. They knew it was the best solution. Sakai's death at a time like this would certainly bring everyone enormous trouble, making