Everyone thought Yang Jian was really going to kill Old Eagle. Instead, he suddenly attacked Wang Shan's motionless corpse on the ground.
This move exceeded everyone's expectations. No one had even considered that Wang Shan's body lying on the floor might be the ghost. After all, Wang Shan had been the first victim, and he had always kept a low profile and seemed utterly unremarkable.
A messenger who had climbed up from the first floor—without ability or threat, little more than cannon fodder. Who would pay attention to him?
But then—
The moment the coffin nail in Yang Jian's hand struck Wang Shan's corpse, the cold, stiff body twitched eerily. It then let out a shrill scream like that of a vicious ghost.
It was as though the corpse had risen from the dead.
That alone was enough to prove there was a problem.
There was indeed something wrong with Wang Shan's corpse. Otherwise, how could a perfectly ordinary corpse suddenly make such an eerie movement?
"How is that possible?" Liu Qingqing was stunned. She could not believe Wang Shan had been a ghost that had infiltrated them.
It completely defied common sense.
Wang Shan had come to the fourth floor with Yang Jian. He had never left the group along the way, so there was no reason for him to be a ghost.
Yet the shrill scream from the corpse had been the best proof. No matter how unbelievable it was, reality lay before them, forcing them to accept it.
Old Eagle stared at Wang Shan's corpse on the ground, his expression uncertain. He had just thought he was the one who would die, but Yang Jian had already found the real ghost.
"That's impossible. How could it be Wang Shan?"
Yang Xiaohua also spoke with a face full