The eerie red light shrouding the sky was receding, and the darkness covering the ground was fading.
As the incomprehensible paper figures carrying a sedan chair appeared, Chen Qiaoyang forcibly slipped out of Yang Jian's fifth-layer Ghost Domain. Yang Jian could do nothing about such an escape; it had been too sudden, and most of his supernatural power was still locked in confrontation with other ghosts.
His condition was far from ideal.
By the time he reacted, the supernatural phenomenon of the paper figures carrying the sedan chair had already vanished.
Chen Qiaoyang had disappeared with it.
A ghost capable of invading a fifth-layer Ghost Domain was absolutely extraordinary. Now that Chen Qiaoyang had left, even Yang Jian would have difficulty finding him.
"I only barely erased half of his memories. That means I only stole half of them. I didn't succeed, but I didn't completely fail either. This clash was a draw." A faint red glow flickered in Yang Jian's eyes as he stood there holding the cracked golden spear.
The reason he did not consider himself the winner was that he knew Ghost Herder Chen Qiaoyang still had enormous potential to uncover.
Once Chen Qiaoyang found a truly terrifying ghost, his threat level would soar sharply.
What troubled Yang Jian most was that Chen Qiaoyang was not afraid of the hatchet.
Even dismembering him probably would not kill him. The only option would be to find a way to erase his consciousness.
"Damn, Little Yang, you were way too careless. You actually let him slip away. It's over, it's over, it's over. He saw Father Xiong's face just now, so he'll definitely come after Father Xiong for revenge. Little Yang, hurry! Go ask Liu San to make me another paper figure. This time, make it more handsome."
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