“Drip-drip, drip-drip~!”
A golden watch on the arm continued to tick away, accurately displaying the time.
“It’s a ghost master’s hand,” Yang Jian immediately realized and quickly grasped the forearm.
He was certain that this was definitely not a ghost, for if it were, it could not have crossed the candlelight to reach him.
There wasn’t time to recall which of the people he had met before wore a gold watch; he just firmly grabbed the forearm and pulled towards himself, trying to drag someone out of the darkness and into the area covered by the candlelight.
Only within the reach of the Ghost Candle’s light could one be temporarily safe.
However, as soon as he touched the forearm, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
The moment the arm made contact with him, it violently seized hold of him, seemingly feeling the warmth of his hand and knowing it was a person. The arm was desperately tugging, hoping to break free from some terrifying place and get rescued.
However, when Yang Jian pulled with all his might, he did not succeed in dragging the ghost master into the area illuminated by the Ghost Candle’s light. Instead, he stumbled and nearly fell.
Because… the arm had come off.
Yang Jian, holding the severed arm, grew extremely grim-faced. He saw a row of neat and ferocious bite marks at the site of the break.
It was as if it had been violently bitten off by something.
“Damn it,” he rushed forward.
The haze ahead was dispersed by the candlelight.
But Yang Jian did not find the owner of the severed arm. Given the distance of the arm, it seemed that it should have been right there.
The ghost master seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Dead?
Yang Jian’s heart gave a slight shiver. He didn’t linger on the disappearance of someone but dropped the severed limb and moved deeper in.
Along the way, he could vaguely see numerous human shapes lurking in the haze, watching him strangely. Some tried to cross the darkness, bringing their pale, greenish-black faces close for a look. But as soon as they came into contact with the light of the Ghost Candle, they quickly retracted and became still.
He didn’t dare to imagine the horror he would be facing if he didn’t have this Ghost Candle.
Now, the candle burned even faster.
At this rate, not to mention ten minutes, even sustaining for five minutes seemed a stretch.
“Blood?”
A few steps further, Yang Jian saw blood splattered on the ground.
Bright red, vivid, as if it had just been spilled recently, and next to the blood were also some bits of flesh.
“You’re a bit late,” suddenly, a voice rang out.
The next moment, Wang Xiaoqiang walked in from the dense haze, stepping into the light of the Ghost Candle.
As he moved, someone followed behind him, trying to pull him back, but they stopped before the light of the candle and eventually disappeared back into the haze.
“It’s not too late, at least you’re not dead,” Yang Jian said.
Wang Xiaoming said, “The presence of a third-tier Ghost Infant has been confirmed. The key is sound; you can’t let a third-tier Ghost Infant hear you speak. Otherwise, they will attack you. But these derivative ghosts don’t have overlapping conditions, meaning third-tier Ghost Infants can only kill by hearing sounds, second-tier Ghost Infants only by touch, and first-tier ghosts of the Ghost Domain only by sight.”
“Is this really the time for that? Are they all dead?” Yang Jian asked.
“Not dead, but almost. We managed to fend off the attack earlier, but the bad news is… the fourth-tier Ghost Infant has appeared, and I’m not even sure if that is a fourth-tier Ghost Infant. It’s quite possible that it is the source ghost. That thing is nearby now; finding and dealing with it might settle this paranormal event.”
“Follow me. At the moment, we can only sustain brief survival. Without you, we won’t last much longer.”
Wang Xiaoqiang pointed to a place, signaling Yang Jian to follow him.
Yang Jian’s expression grew stern. Although he hadn’t been part of what had happened before, he could imagine the heavy price Zhao Kaiming, Sun Yi, and Zhang Han had paid to withstand the onslaught of the fierce ghosts.