No matter how the hatchet was used, it carried a powerful curse.
After Yang Jian chopped off the ghost's five fingers, wounds appeared on his own hand as well. They were deep, like rot had eaten into his flesh, yet they followed a distinct pattern.
His fingers were falling off one by one.
The rot had seeped into his bones and flesh. It was irreversible, and it spread quickly.
But the wounds did not continue to spread and soon came to a halt.
"Trading my own injuries for the ghost being dismembered is obviously worth it." Yang Jian remained expressionless, utterly unmoved by the wounds.
He picked up the two severed fingers, unwilling to let the ghost find its missing pieces again.
He tossed the fingers into the Red Coffin.
Using the Red Coffin's ability to suppress supernatural power, he rendered the ghost's fingers useless.
After doing all that, Yang Jian stopped.
Since the ghost had not continued attacking the others, he did not go any further in dismembering it.
There were too many dangers here. Yang Jian could not spend all his strength dealing with a single ghost.
"Da Qiang is dead." Seeing this, Old Eagle looked at Da Qiang's corpse and spoke with a trace of silence.
Another fourth-floor messenger had died.
How many messengers were left now?
Yang Xiaohua, whose fate was unknown; himself, cursed and close to death; and Li Yang and Yang Jian.
In other words, setting aside Li Yang and Yang Jian, the formidable men who had deliberately entered the Ghost Post Office, the original messengers were nearly all dead.
"His luck was worse. The ghost targeted him, and he triggered some fatal killing rule."
Yang Jian glanced over and said coldly, "Mourning clothes cannot completely block ghost attacks. They can only block most