292: Searching for the Puzzle Items
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“This thing actually didn’t disappear during the Hungry Ghost incident…”
Yang Jian looked at the bench at the end of the street, and the person sitting on it, his expression becoming a bit solemn.
After the Hungry Ghost incident in Dachang City, local supernatural events had almost all been resolved by the Hungry Ghost.
That thing needed to grow by seizing other ghosts, assembling a terrifying body, so neither ghost controllers nor other supernatural beings could escape this Hungry Ghost incident.
Unexpectedly, after he had run out of his home in a sorry state, that ghostly thing still lingered there.
Yang Jian hadn’t failed to go back and look, but he had never found it, after all, at the time he needed that ghost hand and the red paper within it to suppress the gradually reviving ghost eye.
He had gradually started to forget about this thing, yet today it appeared before him of its own accord.
“It’s here that I’ll imprison this thing,” Yang Jian immediately firmed up his thoughts.
He was no longer the weakling who had just become a ghost controller; now, as long as he wasn’t facing some terrifying and unsolvable fierce ghost, he could still imprison it.
Without hesitation, he opened the Ghost Domain directly.
The ghost eye emitted a red light.
But in the next moment, he was taken aback.
Red papers filled the sky, blocking his vision and also obstructing the opening of the Ghost Domain.
“Could this thing be born to suppress the ghost eye?” Yang Jian furrowed his eyebrows, recalling past experiences, and immediately discarded the idea of using the ghost eye.
Then, a black shadow gradually emerged from his body. This shadow took on the shape of a human outline and overlapped with Yang Jian’s body, completely engulfing it.
Now, Yang Jian’s body had completely turned into a Ghost Shadow, only the head on his neck still remained.
At first glance, it looked like a shadow with a human head on top. The head wasn’t dead, still lively, eyes firmly staring ahead, sending chills down one’s spine; this strange and incoherent combination looked unusually eerie.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Yang Jian could still maintain consciousness, he himself would be a supernatural event.
The Ghost Shadow covered his body, replacing the normal flesh, and everything below the head had completely turned into a ghost.
Moreover, the revival of the Ghost Shadow also began to affect the surrounding objects.
Beneath Yang Jian’s feet, a dense darkness like ink slowly diffused around, as if to congeal into a dark mass that would engulf the entire street.
After a few days of rest and recovery, he had been busy; his control over the Headless Ghost Shadow had improved another level, and without the ghost eye, he would not be weaker.
Because the Headless Ghost Shadow had crashed, Yang Jian could use this power temporarily without worrying about its revival, so various attempts could be made.
But the thing sitting at the end of the street reading the newspaper seemed not to plan to do nothing.
A strange cold wind began to blow around.
The red paper flew through the air, with a human face on each sheet, each face filled with expressions of despair, fear, and breakdown. These expressions interwoven together, made one feel as if they were in hell, filled with negativity, without a glimmer of light or hope.
The face on the back of each paper might represent an innocent person who had been attacked, and those expressions of despair were what they left behind before dying.
Yang Jian was definitely not the first target attacked, and Zhao Lei is definitely not the last.
God knows how many faces this ghost has collected.
The red paper with faces flew to the ground and stuck there motionless; flying onto the expanding Ghost Shadow, they pressed down like a heavy stone, and the surrounding Ghost Shadow astonishingly lost its ability to move, entering into a still state.
It was as if they were suppressed.
More red paper flew toward Yang Jian, especially those with faces, now wearing sinister expressions, diving straight for his face.
They seemed to want to cover Yang Jian’s face with the faces on the red paper, to give him a new face.
Once the face-changing succeeded, what would happen next was unknown, but it certainly wouldn’t be good; perhaps Yang Jian would even have his memory altered there and then, becoming a puppet to this ghost.
Every ghost’s ability is very unique, and some are inherently unsolvable.
“Ghost Shadow gets suppressed by this red paper? Although it’s just a small part, this is already unimaginable. If used well, it might not be a Coffin Nail, but no matter how strange the ability, it’s useless if it can’t fully suppress. As long as it doesn’t have a high Terror Level and that thing doesn’t succeed, I won’t lose,” Yang Jian thought to himself.
He then emotionlessly grabbed one of his own arms.
“Crack~!”
The black arm was removed, revealing his real body underneath.
Yang Jian used the power of the Ghost Shadow to remove part of the Ghost Shadow’s body.
This was a new way to use it, inspired by the Coffin Nail that had imprisoned the Hungry Ghost.
The arm of the Ghost Shadow in Yang Jian’s hand was then thrown out like a javelin.
Altered by a fierce ghost, his body had strength beyond that of ordinary people, and the arm of the Ghost Shadow instantly pierced through several of the red papers with faces that were coming towards him, flying out at a terrifying speed.
After all, the Ghost Shadow could also seize the bodies of other ghosts, which itself is a form of suppression. Using this suppressive power as a weapon is feasible, and although it’s not as easy as the Coffin Nail which could easily solve the Hungry Ghost, Yang Jian was confident he could suppress ghosts that didn’t have a high Terror Level.
Although the ghost eye on his forehead couldn’t smoothly open the Ghost Domain, it could still lock onto the person reading the newspaper at the end of the street.
This attack couldn’t possibly go wrong.
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The next moment.