180: Imprisoning Ghost Rope
On the deserted streets, there were originally only Yang Jian, Tong Qian, and a few other survivors preparing to leave, but the area changed with the death of Wang Yue,
On the road devoid of people, countless old, corpse-smelling ropes, each with a noose at its end, hung down from the dim sky above. These ropes drifted in every corner of the Ghost Domain, sometimes beside the road, sometimes within shops, and sometimes even inside vehicles.
And the sheer number of ropes hanging down was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
Without counting, one could tell at a glance there were at least tens of thousands of ropes, and the number seemed to be increasing.
This was an ability that the deceased Wang Yue could not possibly achieve.
He could probably only control a few ropes.
“Wang Yue is dead, the fierce ghost inside him has resurrected,” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and immediately understood the situation upon seeing this.
At this moment, a rope dangling from the gloomy sky floated towards him, aiming to loop around his neck and hang him, but it was violently seized by the Ghost Shadow behind him.
With a fierce tug from the Ghost Shadow, the rope fell and turned to dust, disappearing without a trace.
The rope was not real; it was an illusion created by the ghost’s power, but to ordinary people, there was no difference between the fake and the real.
It could still hang someone to death.
However, Yang Jian’s action seemed to have enraged the other dangling ropes, which began to drift towards his location in increasing numbers.
The ropes were becoming more densely packed around him.
“What do we do now?” Tong Qian panicked.
One crisis had not subsided before another supernatural incident arose. If they didn’t find a solution quickly, everyone would soon be hung up and killed here.
But Yang Jian was not panicked: “It’s simple, contain this ghost, resolve the Ghost Rope incident, and everything we see now will naturally disappear. Besides, this thing can be of great help to me.”
A rope that could hang people and also bind other ghosts was invaluable, and if he could obtain it, it would be of extreme importance to his future actions.
After speaking, he immediately returned to the side of the vehicle.
“We’re not going to die, are we?”
Jiang Yan’s face was pale inside the vehicle, her body trembling with nervousness. Seeing Yang Jian come back, she cautiously asked.
“No, it’s just a minor issue,” Yang Jian said.
A minor issue?
The female sales clerk beside them was nearly crying from fright.
Grass ropes were descending from the sky, and every contact with one outside led to a person being hung up, soon to be killed, yet it was called a minor issue.
Yang Jian lit a Ghost Candle at the driver’s seat.
The green flame flickered, and the ropes that were drifting inwards were immediately dispersed by an invisible force. The survivors who had been hanging were also saved, falling to the ground from mid-air.
“Do you have any gold containers for containment?” Yang Jian asked, holding the Ghost Candle.
“I prepared a sealing bag,” Tong Qian said.
She took out a small package from her body, and upon opening it, a golden carry bag was revealed.
Though it was a carry bag, it was specially made, with a sealing opening, capable of holding some peculiar things.
“Good, hold onto the Ghost Candle; I’ll go deal with that rope. Once successful, we’ll leave here,” Yang Jian took the carry bag and temporarily handed the Ghost Candle to Tong Qian.
“Do you need my help?”
“No need, you’ve already helped,” Yang Jian replied.
After speaking, he stepped out of the candlelight’s coverage and headed straight for the corpse of Wang Yue.
Luckily, the Ghost Rope had only just begun to resurrect.
If this thing had hung hundreds, even thousands of people,
it would be like finding a needle in a haystack to locate the real Ghost Rope among tens of thousands of ropes.
And it was also fortunate to be within the Ghost Domain of the Door Knocking Ghost; if they were outside, who knows what other situations might arise.
After stepping out of the candlelight’s range,
Yang Jian looked up at the body of Wang Yue hanging in mid-air, with a sinister smile on his dead face.
But his focus was not on Wang Yue, but on the rope around his neck.
That rope must be taken down.
“This thing is very strange; normal people absolutely mustn’t touch it, or they may not be strangled to death by this rope, so…” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted.
The Ghost Shadow behind him stood up once more, and it weirdly elongated.
Shortly, the height of the Ghost Shadow surpassed that of Wang Yue, who was suspended in mid-air.
The hands transformed from the Ghost Shadow reached towards that rope.
But before the Ghost Shadow could touch it,
suddenly,
Wang Yue, hanging in mid-air, stretched out his gradually chilling hand and directly seized the Ghost Shadow.