Reaction

Liu San's paper figure tore itself to pieces. That counted as suicide.

It was decisive and utterly unconcerned.

That casualness revealed a terrifying signal: this Liu San was no longer particularly worried about the risk of ghost revival, because whenever such a paper figure appeared, it meant he had used a ghost's power.

Once a Ghost Tamer used it, there was a risk of revival.

So far, there were only two ways to freely use a ghost's power.

The first was for the ghost to crash.

The second was to become a special anomaly.

Yang Jian belonged to the former. Of the three ghosts he controlled, only the ghost shadow had crashed. Yet with the crashed ghost shadow, he could suppress part of Ghost Eye's revival, suppress the ghost hand, then use the ghost hand to suppress Ghost Eye, forming a highly balanced cycle of suppression.

"The reason this guy doesn't seem dangerous isn't because he isn't terrifying. It's because every time he appears, he's just a paper figure. Once the real Liu San shows himself, he may exceed my expectations."

When he arrived, he had given Liu San a show of strength.

Liu San's action was also a silent reminder, reminding Yang Jian that he was merely a paper figure and not to underestimate him.

"As expected, few people who can become captains are simple characters. Jiang Shangbai, the one I killed, wasn't bad either. The main reason was that he was only the public figure pushed forward by the Friends Circle. The one truly in charge was Fang Shiming," Yang Jian thought.

He walked over, tore apart the remaining pieces of the body, and took out the paper figure that belonged to Xiong Wenwen.

It felt exactly like a dead person's skin—soft, cold, and eerie.

There was none