But then, he untied an old grass rope that had been wound around his hand.
The Ghost Rope, usually kept in check by the Ghost Shadow, would immediately turn into a reviving ghost once released, starting a killing spree with no discrimination — its influence could encompass several streets, or even entire districts. That’s why every time he used it, Yang Jian had to confine the revived Ghost Rope within a certain range using the Ghost Domain to maintain a controllable situation.
Once a fierce ghost had its controllability established, it would turn into an unconventional weapon for Yang Jian.
“You’re actually carrying a ghost with you?” Xiong Wenwen immediately guessed upon seeing the rope and took two steps back in fright.
Yang Jian grabbed him, preventing him from moving about aimlessly, “I know what I’m doing. Stay put.”
Xiong Wenwen struggled, but how could the strength of a child compare to Yang Jian who had harnessed the power of a Ghost Shadow?
Although he was using the Ghost Rope, Yang Jian didn’t plan to rely on it solely to solve the problem at hand. He just hoped the Ghost Rope would take care of what it could, containing all potential dangers so he could focus on those horrors that the Ghost Rope couldn’t handle.
After the revival of the Ghost Rope, countless old grass ropes immediately hung down in the entire dining room.
These ropes had nooses at the ends, as if specifically designed for hanging people.
Having faced revived Ghost Ropes before, Yang Jian, with his Ghost Eyes, could completely suppress them, and there would be no problem even in protecting Xiong Wenwen.
However, it was a different story for the other so-called people in the restaurant.
The Ghost Ropes landed on them as if controlled by someone, looping directly around their necks and then hoisting them up without any suspense.
Each person hoisted aloft had their head and limbs dangling limply, their bodies stiff without any struggle — clearly, these weren’t living people but corpses, for only corpses wouldn’t have to worry about being hung by the Ghost Rope.
Yet, after hoisting these twenty-plus corpses, and as their newspapers dropped from their hands, the dim light of the dining room, reflected against the red light of the Ghost Domain, revealed their faces.
All those pallid dead faces bore a creepy smile that was both familiar and unsettling.
And whether these people were truly dead was uncertain, for as they were hanging, all their eyeballs simultaneously turned to focus on Yang Jian.
They revealed a bizarre smile and fixed their gaze collectively upon him — this scene sent a chilling terror through his bones, overwhelming him with a sense of extreme and imminent threat.
Because that bizarre smile was all too familiar to Yang Jian… it belonged to Ghost Face from behind Tong Qian.
But the concern was that Tong Qian had been out of contact for several days, and the ghost capable of stealing faces and tampering with memories had also manipulated Zhao Lei into entering this hotel.
Linking the two pieces of information.
The worst scenario unfolded.
“Xiong Wenwen, use your ability to foresee the future,” Yang Jian urgently commanded.
“Now you say it. I thought you weren’t afraid to die,” Xiong Wenwen muttered in complaint, already trembling with fear — had it not been for Yang Jian’s restraint, he would have used the power of the ghost at the sound of cutlery clinking against porcelain.
As Yang Jian spoke, Xiong Wenwen’s face gradually turned pale, the breath of life within him began to fade, and he seemed to be transforming into a ghost.
He still made use of his ability.
Because Yang Jian realized that the preemptive attack had failed.
The ghost had acquired Tong Qian’s smiling face, elevating its Terror Level to at least that of the Crying Tomb Ghost — this was an A-level supernatural event, and more complex than ordinary A-level events, because he was about to confront an amalgamation of malevolent spirits.
Even the protagonist of the Human Head Balloon incident was still in this hotel.
As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking.
A cold wind whistled through the dining room, stirring the newspapers that had fallen from the hands of the corpses. Each paper was bloodstained, with the outline of a face on one side. Accompanied by the bloodied papers sweeping over, all the corpses hung by the Ghost Rope split their mouths open at that moment.
“Keh, kehkeh~!”
All the hung corpses stared at Yang Jian, issuing laughter like that of Ghost Face.