179 The Death of Wang Yue
Exorcists who survive paranormal incidents are rarely simple characters.
Yang Jian didn’t underestimate Wang Yue, nor did he belittle him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have coerced Tong Qian into helping.
Just as the old hemp rope around Wang Yue’s neck eerily writhed and tightened once again, causing him excruciating pain, Yang Jian sensed something was terribly wrong.
This was the influence of employing the power of an Evil Ghost.
At that moment.
He suddenly felt a chilling coldness at his neck, the kind that made his pores shrink and his hairs stand on end in an instant.
Almost subconsciously, Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye flared open.
He didn’t have many Ghost Eyes left on his body.
Five eyes remained with the Ghost Shadow; currently, he only had the two Ghost Eyes at the front and back of his head.
At this moment, both Ghost Eyes opened simultaneously, one looking ahead and the other behind.
But there was nothing out of the ordinary in either direction.
“Yang Jian, be careful,” Tong Qian suddenly cried out as if she saw something alarming.
The next moment.
Yang Jian felt a terrifying force at his neck, an intense sensation of suffocation and dizziness washing over him.
He looked down.
Somehow, a grass rope had found its way around his neck, with both ends hanging in mid-air as if invisible hands were pulling fiercely at it, intent on strangling him alive. Before he could even react, a cold numbness took over his neck as if he had lost all sensation.
“Not a pleasant feeling, is it, Yang Jian?”
Wang Yue stood up slowly, shaking his head; “Bound by the Ghost Rope, even an Evil Ghost can’t break free. Your control over two ghosts has only delayed the Evil Ghost’s revival. When it comes to a fight for survival, there’s not much difference whether one ghost or two are murdering.”
“It seems fitting to strangle you to death today since I can’t count on you to lead me out anymore.”
Yang Jian was choking and couldn’t speak; he was beginning to feel the lack of oxygen. If this continued, he would be strangled to death in less than five seconds.
However, at that moment, a slit opened on his neck, and his flesh was brutally torn open.
Two crimson Ghost Eyes burst forth, emitting a red glow.
Under the red light, the tightening grass rope gradually began to loosen.
“Hmm?” Wang Yue was taken aback by this development.
“Cough, cough cough.”
Yang Jian coughed painfully and felt his neck regaining some sensation, barely able to breathe.
“Is that… Ghost Eyes?” Wang Yue immediately noticed the eerie eyes on Yang Jian’s neck.
It was the power of the Ghost Eyes resisting the Ghost Rope.
“You think you can kill me so easily? You’re far too naive.”
Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes appearing somewhat fierce due to congestion: “Indeed, it’s an unsolvable ability, without any signs. The force that tried to strangle me just now must have been a ghost, one that lives in this rope, unseen, without physical form.”
“But your ability is limited, that’s all you can do. After all, it’s just one ghost.”
“Is that so? I don’t believe it,” Wang Yue’s eyes revealed a hint of madness; “Let’s see who dies first.”
As his words fell, the rope around his neck tightened again.
“Crack, crack~!”
Yang Jian could even hear the sound of his neck bones breaking, and at the same time, he distinctly felt the grass rope around his neck constricting continuously.
The two Ghost Eyes couldn’t withstand the rope’s eerie strangulation.
“Fighting with your life on the line?” His gaze turned icy: “Trying to kill me before the Evil Ghost revives? Naive.”
He had figured out the consequence of using the Ghost Rope.
It kept tightening around Wang Yue’s own neck, inevitably going to strangle him to death one day.
But Wang Yue had already used the power of the Evil Ghost several times, and the rope around his neck was nearing its limit; such an action would likely bring death closer.
Yang Jian wouldn’t have things go as Wang Yue wished.
As the rope tightened once more, a pitch-black shadow stood up behind him.
It was like a person hidden in the shadows.
Except this person had a neck, but no head.
Headless Ghost Shadow.
This was the second ghost controlled by Yang Jian.
At this moment, as the Headless Ghost Shadow rose, its hands that seemed to be condensed from the darkness reached out to his neck, grabbing the grass rope, then started to yank it down, bit by bit.
The strange strength that was tightening around his neck couldn’t match the power of the Headless Ghost Shadow and began to rapidly loosen.
“No, it’s impossible.” Wang Yue’s eyes widened as he watched the rope around Yang Jian’s neck gradually loosen.