The danger and terror had come far too suddenly.
Earlier, Yang Jian had still been wondering why the knocking this time had lasted so long, completely different from the previous occasions.
At that moment, he understood.
The ghost had been carving his name.
Yang Jian believed the ghost had carved so slowly because of the ghost porcelain. Before coming, he had placed a piece of ghost porcelain in a hotel room in Dahan City.
That ghost porcelain could protect people from being harmed by ghosts.
However, that protection was limited. Once it exceeded its limit, the ghost porcelain would shatter and lose its effect.
It was a one-use supernatural item similar to a ghost candle, originating from the Spirit Extermination Society of the island nation.
The instant the knocking stopped.
Yang Jian, who had been standing atop an old grave, immediately felt the Grave Soil beneath his feet collapse. It was as though there were a bottomless pit below, ready to swallow him whole. His body sank in at once, and it sank extremely deep.
It felt like suddenly falling into a trap that had been dug in advance.
Half his body had already sunk into the Grave Soil, and he was still descending.
He was sinking incredibly fast.
Yang Jian felt as though countless stiff, icy hands had seized his legs beneath the Grave Soil. He could not move, lost all sensation in an instant, and could no longer struggle.
At the same time, the ghosts inside his body felt as if they were being stripped away, as though they were about to be pulled from him.
It was a terrifying sensation.
The reason Ghost Tamers could survive like corpses was entirely because supernatural power sustained them. Once the ghosts within their bodies went wrong, they would die suddenly