The Drawn Door

"Ah!"

A heart-rending scream of agony came from a room on the second floor of the Ghost Post Office.

Li Yang lay on the floor, struggling. A fierce ghost had invaded his body and was now trying to break free of its restraints and kill him. This was not a sensation a living person could endure, for it was torment of both flesh and mind.

It was plainly visible that the flesh on Li Yang's chest had bulged high, the outline of a human face clearly emerging. There were also traces of hands and feet moving beneath it.

The ghost's terror level had already exceeded what could be controlled. Forcing it under control would lead directly to a state of revival.

Blood was now flowing from Li Yang's mouth, nose, and ears. Everything inside his body seemed about to be shredded apart. He howled in anguish, "No, no, I can't do it. I can't suppress this ghost. It feels like something's missing—a medium."

"A medium? Is it missing a door?"

Red light flickered in Yang Jian's eyes. He strode over, grabbed the writhing Li Yang, and pinned him to the floor.

"Come over and help me hold him down."

He gave the order in an almost commanding tone.

Yang Xiaohua hesitated for a moment.

"If he dies, there'll be two ghosts on the second floor. All of you will die," Yang Jian added.

Yang Xiaohua gritted her teeth and ran over, then pressed Li Yang down.

But the next moment, she gave a sudden start.

She saw a terrifying humanoid outline squirming beneath Li Yang's skin.

A fierce ghost?

Yang Xiaohua trembled inwardly, yet she did not choose to retreat.

In this situation, she knew that retreating meant certain death.

Yang Jian pressed one hand against Li Yang's chest. His