358 The Candle That Burns Out Instantly
Yang Jian didn’t take long to think, as making urgent decisions was not new to him, having faced similar situations several times before, he had developed his own way of judging.
At that moment, Luo Su Yi’s voice came from outside again, informing him that the ghost outside had made a move.
From what Luo Su Yi said, it was clear that the ghost outside had indeed taken action; whether this action inevitably related to Xiong Wenwen’s subsequent death was unknown to anyone.
But from the current situation, it could be inferred that Xiong Wenwen’s death was most likely connected to the ghost outside.
Because there was only that one ghost nearby.
“Luo Su Yi, there’s no need to be so tense and scared. Even if we really encounter a ghost, it doesn’t mean we have to run or hide. We are necromancers ourselves, and in essence, we’re also a kind of different ghost. If I don’t gain anything this time, that ghost outside will be our next target,”
“The source of the Head Balloon Incident in D City could also be it; it’s within our consideration.”
Yang Jian, carrying Zhao Lei’s body on his back, walked out of the room with a calm expression, not panicking at all.
When Luo Su Yi heard him say this, he was startled, “What? We’re going to deal with that ghost thing? Let’s forget it. That thing doesn’t look easy to mess with. Direct contact with the ghost might lead to death. I’ve had such an experience before, and I don’t want to go through it again.”
To become a necromancer, he had also experienced life and death.
It was precisely because of these experiences that he feared, and someone like Yang Jian, who could overcome fear and move through supernatural events, was rare in reality.
“Sometimes you might not have the option not to act. Don’t forget you’re also being targeted by the ghost. If we time it, once Xiong Wenwen dies, you will also die within five minutes of his death,” Yang Jian said as he approached, “The ghost has already set its sights on you. You just don’t know it yet.”
“It will be too late once it really makes its move.”
He glanced at the living room, where Lin Luomei was now holding a Ghost Candle that had been lit.
The green flame flickered, enveloping her and Xiong Wenwen within it.
Yang Jian didn’t need the two of them to do much on this trip, just to stay alive and help him search for the source and avoid danger, so it was especially important for the Ghost Candle to be with them for their protection.
“I need to go to another room to look for something else. Are you going to stay here and wait for my return, or will you come with me? With the Ghost Candle, you should be safe for what comes next.”
Without hesitation, Xiong Wenwen replied, “I’m not staying here with her. I’m going with you. If I stay with them, who knows, by the time you return, my body might be cold. Hurry, take me away from here.”
“In that case, let’s go together. Lin Luomei, take the Ghost Candle and lead Xiong Wenwen with you,” Yang Jian said without further ado, carrying Zhao Lei’s body and heading out.
With the Ghost Candle in hand, Lin Luomei’s palms trembled slightly, but she still followed resolutely, not understanding why Yang Jian would head outside when there was a ghost, but the situation left her no choice but to obey his orders.
If she disobeyed the orders at this time, the consequences would be dire.
“Luo Su Yi, move aside. We’re leaving here,” Yang Jian said.
“Big brother, think it through, there’s a ghost coming our way outside, and this could be deadly,” Luo Su Yi stuttered with unmistakable fear in his eyes.
“I have my considerations,” Yang Jian replied coldly, “Follow me, and you can live. If you don’t listen to me and you die, I won’t be responsible.”
Luo Su Yi had no other choice, although he regretted coming along, Yang Jian hadn’t forced him into this event; he had come voluntarily. Now he could only open the door with a forlorn expression.
Yang Jian, without saying another word, carried Zhao Lei’s body and walked out.
“Where are we going? That ghost has blocked the way,” Luo Su Yi said, shining his flashlight toward the tall figure in the distance.
That tall silhouette continued approaching slowly, with heavy footsteps.
The air grew thicker with the scent of decay.
The figure in the distance was clearly a walking corpse.
However, if it were merely reanimated, it would be better; this was unmistakenly a ghost whose Terror Level was unknown, and they might all die at its hands once certain conditions were met.
Yang Jian’s ghostly eye, through the dim hallway, glanced at that thing for a moment.
A face blackened and reeking, eyes oozing corpse fluids, wearing an old coat that matched its large and imposing stature… It was like a vengeful spirit from the depths of hell, aimlessly wandering this narrow passage, effectively blocking the not-so-wide corridor.
Moreover, it was facing this way, inching closer step by step.
“That’s right, this is the ghost I encountered on the second floor,” Yang Jian remarked upon seeing the footprints left behind by the tall corpse.
The footprints were not black, but stained with corpse fluid after decay, which had formed black footprints.
These footprints were exactly like those he saw when he first entered and exited the Caesar Hotel.
“What’s that…”
Suddenly, he noticed something in the ghost’s hand.
A kitchen knife.
No, it shouldn’t be called a kitchen knife, although similar in shape; more accurately, it was a Firewood Knife, much like those used for chopping wood in rural areas.
Rusty, full of notches, as if it had been buried in the ground for many years, with a particular kind of mud clinging to it.
“A ghost holding a knife… That’s a first,” Yang Jian thought with a shiver.
His instinct told him that the rusty Firewood Knife was anything but ordinary.
He had never seen a ghost holding a weapon before; even a Ghost Rope was essentially just a hanging rope, a common object, while a Firewood Knife leaned more towards being a special weapon.
Yang Jian, with his extensive experience in supernatural events, had only once come across a similar object in the headquarters’ archives.
It was in Dachang City, in the mysterious room of the basement of Hongfa Temple, where a Coffin Nail was used to pin down a tall figure.
The Coffin Nail and this Firewood Knife were very similar, both being rusty iron implements.
But how effective was the Coffin Nail?