Peril Beneath the Calm

More than three hours had passed since the operation at noon.

Yang Jian, Nagazawa, and Keiko, who had survived, briefly rested at the hotel to calm themselves and formulate their next plan. As for the woman named Mishima, it had already been confirmed that she had gone insane.

The reason was that she had suffered too much mental trauma in too short a time.

As for whether she could be cured, Yang Jian did not care. It was not his responsibility.

Inside the quiet room.

Yang Jian sat alone without moving, calmly watching the ghost child wander around the room.

The ghost child was soaked all over, as though it had just taken a bath. Its dark bluish-green skin looked extremely abnormal, while the old burial garment it wore remained completely intact.

Having lost the rotten dead man's head it had held, the ghost child seemed somewhat unaccustomed to it and moved around more frequently than usual.

Yang Jian kept a close watch on the ghost child's condition at all times. It was a fierce ghost, and losing control would be fatal.

"After facing that old man directly, I can be certain that at least three ghosts showed signs of revival within the Door-Knocking Ghost: corpse spots, a Ghost Domain, and knocking sounds. If that old man had been a Ghost Tamer in life, then he must have controlled at least three fierce ghosts. Besides that, the black long robe on him also seemed unusual. Even after my ghost hand attacked it, it was not damaged. Could it be some kind of ghost garment too?"

As he pondered, his gaze settled on the ghost child's burial garment again.

"Suppressing a ghost of that level in my condition at the time really was a little too much. I had not been