Seeing the old, battered doll in his hand, covered in scars, Yang Jian did not know why he thought of that substitute doll sewn from scraps of cloth.
Earlier, he had guessed that the substitute doll might have come from Room 301.
After all, there were traces of cloth dolls being made on the workbench in Room 301. Some of the dolls had even been abandoned there before they were finished.
Those props could not have appeared out of nowhere. They had to be some kind of Supernatural Item, or perhaps derivatives of ghosts.
And if they were derivatives, then there had to be a source.
The doll in Yang Jian's hand was very likely the source of the substitute dolls.
Or perhaps the substitute dolls were imitations of this doll.
But now was not the time to think about that.
At that moment, Yang Jian could still feel the aged doll in his hand struggling violently.
Even with the ghost hand gripping it, the doll continued to writhe, as though it were resisting some terrifying supernatural force, or perhaps it had been provoked and was awakening.
"The old man has disappeared."
Yang Jian looked at the ghostly figure that had finally vanished before him, and immediately felt relieved.
The ghost that had nearly invaded reality through the medium had been dealt with using this doll. The medium had been eliminated, cutting off the ghost's invasion.
The immediate danger to him had temporarily been lifted.
The violently struggling doll gradually began to calm down, returning to its previous lifeless, motionless state.
This supernatural confrontation had ended with the doll's victory.
However, although the doll had stopped moving, Yang Jian saw its eyes begin to turn eerily again, constantly peering at everything around it.
"So even putting its eyes in backwards