It had been used by Yang Jian at Ping’an Hotel, to trap a person who was about to have a ghostly resurgence.
However, his thoughts were not important.
Right near him, a pair of stiff, ice-cold, and darkened palms emerged from the darkness, tore his clothes, and forced their way into his flesh and blood… searching for something inside his body.
And this seemingly random search was already tearing his body apart, twisting his bones, causing him immense pain.
“Gah…”
Qian Yi’s body trembled violently, he spat out blood from his mouth, his eyes bulging as he made a difficult sound, unable to resist this desperate terror.
“Damn it.”
However, just as he was on the verge of death, an extremely anxious voice rose from the darkness, tinged with some astonishment and anger.
Qian Yi seemed to hear the voice, and with difficulty turned his head in the direction from which it came.
He saw nothing in the darkness, just a flickering flame.
The flame was also black, but the black twisted and danced, and one could faintly make out a contour.
At that moment.
Yang Jian was holding the Ghost Candle, he and the others had hurried to Qian Yi’s side.
Within a radius of five meters, he could see everything around him.
Qian Yi, suspended in mid-air as if about to be flayed by the ghost, and the true appearance of that ghost.
At that moment, the ghost, with its back to Yang Jian, had the appearance of a normal human, donned in a tattered shirt, the fabric filthy and blackened with thick bloodstains that were putrid, emitting a stench akin to that of a corpse, and its exposed hands and feet were stiff and dark.
Like a body that had been left somewhere for a long time and was in a state of being about to decay but had not yet decayed.
Yang Jian knew that the ghost’s current appearance was that of the necromancer called Wei Jing.
A failed experiment, the corpse of the deceased Wei Jing had been taken over by a ghost from the Ghost Coffin, turning it into a shell, or rather, a vessel for the ghost.
This appearance did not matter.
Because if anyone destroyed Wei Jing’s corpse, then the ghost from the Ghost Coffin would appear in another form and start a second attack.
Despite being prepared, confronting the fierce ghost directly still made Yang Jian apprehensive.
But he did not hesitate one bit.
Upon seeing the ghost, he immediately charged towards it.
Because distance was the key.
If he could gather Qian Yi and the others together, the rule that one would surely die if isolated would be broken, and Qian Yi would be regarded as part of their collective.
Without retreating, Yang Jian forged ahead, and naturally, so did Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, and the other two necromancers behind him. They couldn’t see what was happening around them, so even if the fierce ghost was in front of them, they would unhesitatingly move forward, not letting fear immobilize them.
It was only a matter of two or three seconds.
Yang Jian and his group neared the ghost, and also got close to Qian Yi.
What was expected happened.
Just two meters ahead, the ghost stopped its actions; it did not continue to kill Qian Yi, although he was already distorted and bleeding profusely, a step away from death, he still managed to survive.
“The ‘Skin Paper’ was not wrong, this is our only chance,” Yang Jian realized, seeing that the ghost had halted.
He had only one opportunity to make a move.
It was at this moment, when the rules changed and the ghost paused.
This moment, his task was to reduce the ghost’s powers, otherwise it would be much too difficult to find another chance once the ghost resumed its actions.