Chen Qiaoyang had paid the price of three ghosts to hold Yang Jian back.
At least, that was what he believed.
Though that little bastard surnamed Yang was formidable, after losing the coffin nail and suppressing two ghosts, he could not possibly have any strength left to attack him. And even if he still had some tricks, Chen Qiaoyang still had one last ghost to use.
Besides, if he held on a little longer and took that coffin nail away, releasing the ghost pinned down by it, the situation would turn around in an instant.
He had to move quickly.
This place was not far from the old mansion, and the Wang Family Third Generation was nearby. If he waited until that man made a move, he would truly be finished here.
He had only just escaped and would die immediately afterward. If the people from his old circles heard about it, they would laugh their teeth out.
"Chen Qiaoyang."
However, an unfamiliar yet familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Qiaoyang, as though an old acquaintance nearby was calling his name.
Chen Qiaoyang, who had been moving, paused slightly.
That voice sounded far too much like his dead wife. So many years had passed, and his memories had already blurred, yet whenever that voice rang out, it always stirred memories buried deep in his heart and made him unable to resist looking back.
A ghost was calling someone.
The name spoken by a Ghost Calling Person sounded different to everyone. To Chen Qiaoyang, it was his dead wife's voice.
But to Yang Jian, what he heard was Ghost Child's eerie, childish voice.
At that moment.
Ghost Child, hidden within the Ghost Domain, revealed itself. At this crucial moment, it fixed its gaze on Chen Qiaoyang and called out his name.