The Beginning of an Endless Cycle

Yang Jian's ghost hand could now suppress a ghost without distinction. Having stolen part of the Ghost Messenger's puzzle, it possessed some of the Ghost Messenger's traits.

This ghost hand was terrifying. If an ordinary ghost encountered Yang Jian and was caught by his hand, it would immediately be suppressed, unable to move. Therefore, the moment Yang Jian's ghost hand touched the corpse's head, the suppression had already taken effect.

The eerie corpse that had opened its eyes slowly closed them again.

It was as if it had fallen back into slumber after just waking up.

Perhaps, during that slumber, an unknown and terrifying nightmare was unfolding. But Yang Jian did not know what was happening within it.

He only needed to follow that man's instructions and complete these three things.

As for what consequences might follow, Yang Jian had no confidence at all. Given his personality, he should not have so easily believed the words of a stranger—no, a strange anomaly. Yet this time, he had not questioned whether the things that man wanted him to do were some kind of trap.

Could it be because that person was his deceased father?

No.

That should have been impossible. More than a decade had passed, and Yang Jian barely remembered his father. He only had a vague impression of him. He could not have trusted him so readily because of that connection.

I must have been affected by the nightmare. Yang Jian felt that perhaps something was wrong with his mind.

The eerie corpse before him had closed its eyes. Though it was still sitting on the ground rather than lying down, that was enough.

As long as it did not open its eyes, it meant the suppression was in place. The third condition had been fulfilled as well.

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