After Feng Quan was sent flying by the ghost taxi, there was no further movement.
He looked dead, and the ghosts within him had revived, but that was not actually the case. He had merely fallen unconscious, and the ghosts in his body had lost their balance and could no longer be controlled.
But he had been relatively lucky.
Both the ghost fog and Grave Soil were reviving, yet it seemed that Grave Soil, rather than the ghost fog, had taken the impact from the ghost taxi.
Otherwise, if Grave Soil had revived, Feng Quan would already have been completely buried.
And once he was buried, getting back out would be impossible.
"There's still a head left outside the grave. He still has a chance of waking up."
Yang Jian stood before the old grave and looked at Feng Quan's dead man's head, frowning slightly.
He peered inside with his Ghost Eye.
He discovered that Feng Quan's head was full of Grave Soil. Only the human skin still maintained the shape of a head.
Even the Liar Ghost could not repair his body at this point. If Feng Quan were forcibly dragged out now, he would die immediately. There was no possibility of survival.
He was still alive now only because the balance had not been completely broken.
Because ghost revival took time.
But barring any surprises, Feng Quan would find it difficult to wake up. He was on the verge of death.
"He has to tame a third ghost. Only then can he regain balance and wake up from the brink of death." Yang Jian pondered.
It was not that he was reluctant to let Feng Quan tame a third ghost.
Increasing the strength of the team was a good thing.
He was merely considering what sort of ghost