Chapter 270: Tempting fierce ghost

Chapter 270: Tempting fierce ghost

The rusty coffin nails were held in Yang Jian's hand, and he felt as if he was holding the last hope of Dachang City, extremely solemn.

He believed that this thing could definitely restrict the source ghost.

If not, then Dachang City would be truly doomed. Even if he had the ability to directly confront the source ghost, he would not be able to detain it.

"After taking off this coffin nail, what should I do with this thing..." Yang Jian looked at the three-meter-high black shadow still attached to the white bone tree.

There was no movement for the time being.

It was unclear whether it was due to being restricted for too long and falling into a kind of sleep, or if this thing was not as terrifying as imagined.

Regardless.

He could only focus on one thing at a time.

Now Dachang City was on the verge of becoming a purgatory on earth. He would deal with the current situation first.

Yang Jian ignored it and turned to leave.

Outside the door, the bald master was still anxiously pacing, waiting there. When he saw Yang Jian come out, he immediately asked, "What's the situation inside? Is there really an evil spirit? Is what you have in your hand the demon-suppressing staff?"

"I don't have time to explain, Master. Close this door immediately and stay away from here. I can't guarantee that the things inside won't leave there. I have more important things to do now." Yang Jian knew that it was very dangerous here after taking the coffin nail.

But there was no other choice now.

As soon as he finished speaking, he used the ghost domain to leave directly.

The bald master was startled to see Yang Jian suddenly disappear in front of him. When he reacted, he hurriedly closed the door again, trembling.

But when he shone his flashlight inside, he was stunned.

There was no dark room behind the wooden door, only an old blue stone brick wall.

The eerie place from before seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

"This is unbelievable." The bald master became even more panicked.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian, who had taken the coffin nail, immediately rushed back to No. 7 Middle School. With the ghost domain, this distance was nothing at all.

"Ten minutes. From leaving No. 7 Middle School to coming back, it only took me ten minutes to take the coffin nail. I wonder how Zhao Kaiming is doing. Has he survived this time?" Yang Jian arrived at the entrance of No. 7 Middle School, holding the rusty coffin nail, ready to officially detain the source ghost.

But there was a different change in the school campus.

The countless ghost infants that had stood motionless in the middle of the campus before had all disappeared at this time.

Yes.

He didn't see it wrong. Yang Jian looked around and didn't find a single ghost infant.

"There have been many changes that I don't know about during the time I was away." Yang Jian speculated in his heart.

"Has the source ghost left? Or did Zhao Kaiming's plan succeed?"Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com

With this confidence, Yang Jian no longer felt so despicable. He opened one ghost eye after another that he could use, and the ghost domain continued to expand from a range of ten meters.

From ten meters to twenty meters, and then to thirty meters... Under the suppression of the surrounding area, his ghost domain could only reach a range of one hundred meters.

This was the limit.

He entered the school and began a carpet search, determined to find the source ghost. Time could not continue to be wasted.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, Yang Jian's face changed, and he disappeared from where he was, appearing directly in a classroom on the top floor of a teaching building.

On the podium in the classroom was a satellite positioning phone.

At this time, the satellite positioning phone was playing a repeated message: "Yang Jian, when you receive this voice message, my plan has already succeeded. It is in the school. Do you have a way to deal with that thing?"

"This was deliberately left for me by that guy. He knew I would come back?" Yang Jian frowned and walked over to turn off the recording.

The plan succeeded?

Did this mean that Zhao Kaiming's ghost had already been revived through the starving ghost's body?

But upon reaching the one-meter radius around Yang Jian, it stopped, as if there was an invisible wall in the middle, blocking the final step.

The red light around him was as thick as blood, seemingly on par with the surrounding gloom.

After maintaining the Ghost Domain at this small range, it seemed not so easily eroded anymore.

But Yang Jian saw strands of dark cyan gloom still drifting in from the outside.

"So even like this, it's still affected? If this dark cyan gloom-covered area is also considered a Ghost Domain, then this Ghost Domain is much stronger than mine." He was not fearful in his heart, but instead began to wait patiently for his prey.

The moment the fierce ghost attacked him would be his time to counterattack.

This was the only way to catch that invisible source ghost.

Around him, the silence was terrifying.

Not a single sound could be heard, and the whole world had fallen into a deathly stillness.

Yang Jian stood still, using himself as bait to lure the fierce ghost.

He knew that the fierce ghost would not let him go because the Ghost Eye on his body was exactly what the fierce ghost needed, and its previous appearance was the best proof.

As the dark cyan gloom invaded the Ghost Domain.

The surroundings seemed to become even colder.

Silence, coldness, darkness, a terrifying ghost lurking around.

Under such conditions, what was being tested was not a person's courage, but their willpower. Even a ghost controller might collapse under such a life-and-death test.

Yang Jian's face was expressionless, seemingly not feeling the slightest fear, standing there like a corpse, motionless.

Ten minutes passed.

Apart from the initial footsteps, there had been no movement.

Twenty minutes passed, and still, there was no sound around.

Thirty minutes passed, and the Ghost Domain around Yang Jian gradually became dimmer, with the invading dark cyan gloom increasing.

"Is that thing trying to wear me down with time? Does it want to deplete my Ghost Domain, or does it sense the threat of this coffin nail and has become wary?" Yang Jian deeply furrowed his brow.

Such a long silence was unusual.

"Give that thing a flaw to exploit; the bait isn't enticing enough, it probably won't take the bait, it will choose the safest method to kill me."

Yang Jian felt that dragging this out was not the solution, so he completely wrapped the coffin nail in his hand with gold foil.

If the fierce ghost could sense the threat of the coffin nail, then perhaps this could shield its perception.

He actively shrank his Ghost Domain again.

Slowly proceeding.

From a one-meter radius, it began to shrink to half a meter...

And in the gloom that Yang Jian couldn't see, right behind him, just less than two meters away.

A human silhouette stood deathly still.

It was dressed in an old shroud, and beneath the shroud, a pair of dark cyan hands that looked like they were rotting had one strange finger, dry and eerie, unlike the others.

On its emaciated body, the belly was swollen like a beer gut, with something moving inside, resembling rolling heads or perhaps a screaming human face.

The dark cyan face of the dead, stiff and numb, a pair of pitch-black eyes without pupils eerily staring ahead.

If one looked closely, they could see.

This person was... Zhou Zheng.

The detective Zhou Zheng who had died at the school, killed by the Ghost Infant.

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