The Severed Arm

Facing the Door-Knocking Ghost for the second time, Yang Jian did not feel nervous. He was already qualified to survive in the presence of ghosts, so he was no longer as desperate as before.

Of course, he believed that truly despairing horrors certainly existed in this world. He simply had not encountered them yet.

"It's close."

Standing on the rooftop, Yang Jian saw the buildings near a stretch of distant street being eroded. Hidden deep within that darkness was the terrifying old man whose body was covered in corpse spots. However, this Ghost Domain was not particularly formidable. It could trap ordinary people and Ghost Tamers without Ghost Domains, but it could not block the gaze of his Ghost Eye.

This was much easier than in the Ghost Painting world, so he was fairly confident.

The knocking sound playing from the phone continued.

Inside the tiny room, cold sweat beaded on Nagazawa's forehead. His face was pale as he endured immense pressure and listened to the eerie knocking. The time before death arrived was simply torment.

"That ghost is nearby. It'll be here soon."

Nagazawa's body seemed to sense something as well. He tilted his head slightly toward a direction. An intense unease was approaching, and it was moving quickly. This unease was far more serious than before, as though death were about to pounce directly on him. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape. He could only endure it in silence.

"Hang in there. You have to trust Yang Jian, and trust yourself too. If you run now, it'll definitely be worse than staying in this little room as bait."

Nagazawa understood very well that if he could not hold on and fled, he would not only offend Yang Jian, but also President Mishima of the Spirit Extermination