By stealing the lingering memories of a dead man, Yang Jian roughly understood the terror of the red wooden bench that had appeared in the building.
At this moment, he voluntarily sat on the red wooden bench and used some kind of medium to approach the ghost on it.
The ghost on the red wooden bench did not actually exist—at least, ordinary people could not see it, and Yang Jian's Ghost Eye could not see it either. It was something terrifying that could not manifest in the real world. Only through the connection of this red wooden bench could the ghost appear.
But the instant the ghost appeared—
Yang Jian immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He lost all feeling in the lower half of his body. It was as if he had been nailed to the bench like a piece of wood. He could not break free, nor could he even move.
This suppression did not merely target the body of a living person. Even the Ghost Shadow inside his body was affected.
Even the Ghost Shadow could not move.
"This feels like being nailed down by a coffin nail. The difference is that once a coffin nail pins down a ghost, it suppresses it completely. This has only suppressed half of my body." Yang Jian, seated on the red wooden bench, could not help taking a deep breath.
Although he could not free his body, his upper body could still move.
Things were not completely terrible yet.
But this was not the time to worry about that.
The ghost on the bench was sitting right beside Yang Jian.
That terrifying ghostly figure was practically leaning against Yang Jian. Its entire body radiated bone-chilling cold, without the slightest warmth of the living. Its old-fashioned clothing carried a vintage air,