Yang Jian felt somewhat disappointed.
Why was this Ye Jun impossible to kill?
He was somewhat similar to Yan Li.
However...
Looking at Ye Jun's grotesquely distorted body, constantly rotting and giving off a foul stench, corpse fluid streaming everywhere, it was clear that his condition was even worse than Yan Li's.
He was also a Ghost Tamer on the verge of dying from a ghost's resurgence.
"I want to know, just what does it take to kill a Ghost Tamer? It seems weapons made of gold can only injure them, not kill them." Yang Jian crouched before the grotesque corpse, using his baton to poke at the rotting flesh.
His skull was cracked, the bones in his hands and feet were broken, and his entire face had twisted out of shape.
Most of his internal organs had rotted away, blackened and stinking.
For Ye Jun to still be able to speak and remain alive in such a state was, without question, a great miracle in medical history.
He could probably apply for some kind of award.
"You can't kill me. My ghost is special." Ye Jun fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"Yang Jian, that's enough. This is the club. You're not the only Ghost Tamer here, so you'd better restrain yourself." The man who had been drinking with Ye Jun earlier frowned and walked over.
Yang Jian suddenly grinned when he saw him. "I just figured out why so-called seniors like you extort newcomers."
"Because you're all about to die. Right?"
"You've already reached the point where using your abilities a few more times will kill you through ghost resurgence. So you stay at the club and wait for newcomers. When newcomers handle supernatural incidents and make deals, you band together to extort and blackmail them. That