"I'm fine now."
Zhou Deng had been pulled back into the Ghost Domain by Yang Jian. He panted heavily, cold sweat pouring down his face. The supernatural power eroding his body was fading, and his deathly pale complexion was gradually improving.
Even so, he had nearly failed to return.
"Did it fail? This bowl of rice can neither be scattered nor placed on the ground as an offering to the ghosts." Li Yang, missing both legs and one arm, sat within the Ghost Domain, seriously analyzing the information.
Even if he could not move around easily, he could still use his brain.
"Captain, Zhou Deng's risk-taking wasn't entirely useless. The rice he scattered just now disappeared. That may be an important clue."
"I saw it. That's why I concluded that the rice can't be too far away from a person. Otherwise, not only will it be useless, it'll also be wasted." Yang Jian saw that the rice Old Eagle had scattered earlier was still on the ground.
Liu Qingqing said, "Do you remember the ashes scattered by the entrance on the fourth floor of the post office? Perhaps rice is something that isolates ghosts. If we use it to draw a circle around our feet, maybe it can block a ghost's attack."
"That's unlikely. So far, no two Supernatural Items have been identical, just as no two identical ghosts exist in supernatural incidents." Yang Jian said, "There must be another way to use it."
"I need to test it."
He gestured. "Stay farther away from me."
Yang Jian then swiftly moved to a corner of the main hall, away from the red coffin and the others.
He possessed a Ghost Domain himself and could retreat at any time.
At once.
Holding a bowl of white rice, Yang Jian's figure slowly