The Source Appears

Once a white ghost candle was lit, the consequences were terrifying. If used improperly, it could easily spiral out of control, because no one knew what kind of entity the candle might attract. If it drew in a truly high-level ghost, it would mean instant annihilation.

Even a Ghost Tamer of Yang Jian's level did not dare light this white ghost candle himself. He could only have Ghost Child use it while he hid nearby and observed the situation.

The red Ghost Eye could peer into every anomaly lurking in the darkness.

He saw that more and more floating severed heads were drifting over from the sky, while the number of Ghost Slaves appearing nearby was also increasing.

The once cold and empty streets suddenly seemed to grow bustling. So-called "people" kept emerging. At this rate, the intersection would soon be packed full, and even around Yang Jian, there were already at least ten corpses lying on the ground.

One could imagine just how many people in this city had died at the hands of the Door-Knocking Ghost, and how many had been eroded by supernatural power and reduced to Ghost Slaves.

In the pitch-black surroundings came the sounds of crowds shifting and surging.

A dense stench of corpses drifted through the icy air.

Every sensation greatly stimulated everyone's minds, magnifying their fear without limit.

The woman named Mishima could sense the presence of vicious ghosts. At this moment, she was nearly breaking down. Clutching her head, she curled up in a corner of the street, screaming and crying incoherently. She no longer even had the strength to run.

Nagazawa, as a Ghost Tamer, was slightly better off. His face was especially grim, and his body trembled. He seemed never to have imagined that he would one day experience something