The Nailed Shadow

Tong Qian's ghost had a vast range of influence. That terrifying laughter had nearly echoed throughout the entire airport, and as time passed, the range it spread through continued to expand without weakening in the slightest.

Moreover, the laughter reverberated, forming echoes throughout the area.

What had originally been just a burst of eerie laughter became wave after wave of laughter as the echoes returned, like tides rolling in from the sea, one after another, endless and inexhaustible.

The laughter did not fade, nor did the echoes.

Thus, the terrifying laughter piled upon itself, its horror rising in a manner beyond comprehension.

Given enough time.

It seemed the ghost's laughter could contend with anything terrifying.

Those people who had been eroded by ghosts did not even count as true ghosts. They merely relied on some lingering supernatural power to maintain a half-dead state.

As the ghostly laughter arrived, these strange people had no power to resist it. They did not even have the right to approach.

A clash between supernatural forces could never be won through sheer numbers alone.

People fell in swathes, each with an eerie smile on their face. In merely a moment, all disturbances throughout the airport had subsided. Not another strange person could be seen approaching, and even some things near the airport had been swept clean.

Tong Qian's terror had been revealed.

If she had not used weeping to balance the surroundings, everyone nearby would have been affected and killed without knowing the rules. Facing her head-on was absolutely impossible.

"That's enough."

The next moment, the laughter stopped.

Tong Qian no longer used the ghost's power. The two ghost faces on her face immediately closed their mouths and sank into dormancy.

Yet after using the ghost's power for so long, Tong Qian herself seemed completely