The moment Wang Xiaoqiang made his move, Yang Jian immediately felt the change within the Ghost Domain.
Having an uninvited person materialize out of nowhere within his own territory, if he hadn't noticed, he wouldn't have deserved to survive this long.
"Unlike other ghost masters, this Wang Xiaoqiang can actually release a ghost directly from his body, as if he had forcibly hidden a ghost inside himself. This method of controlling Evil Ghosts is a bit different from other ghost masters."
Yang Jian saw Wang Xiaoqiang approaching, the flesh on his body was falling off.
The falling flesh was not from a normal person but violently torn from someone else's body and stitched onto his own.
When dressed, this could not be discerned, but now that Wang Xiaoqiang had removed his clothes, the disgusting body hidden underneath his suit and shirt was revealed.
"This ghost... is very dangerous," Yang Jian murmured.
However, shrouded in a golden haze, he couldn't see the ghost's appearance clearly but could sense a black human silhouette constantly following behind Wang Xiaoqiang in the smog.
"Yang Jian, to be honest, I abhor this body. If possible, I would rather not use the power of the Evil Ghost once until the moment I die, but what you did today was indeed too much," Wang Xiaoqiang said with a cold face.
"Overboard for killing you? Wasn't it you who fired the first shot? Even if we went to court, I would still be justified as self-defense," Yang Jian replied, his form slowly emerging from the side.
"Plus, how much do you know about my abilities? Even among ghost masters, there are varying levels of power, and unluckily for you, mine is quite special."
"Every person's power gained from controlling an Evil Ghost is very unique, you're not an exception," Wang Xiaoqiang said.
Yang Jian answered with a faint smile, "You're right, everyone who has gained extraordinary powers from controlling an Evil Ghost thinks they are special, but personally, I still feel that my abilities are a bit more unique than yours."
"Then what are we waiting for? Come on," Wang Xiaoqiang stared unyieldingly at Yang Jian.
He couldn't determine if the person in front of him was real or just an illusion of his own.
If it was an illusion created by the ghost, it would be impossible to distinguish on his own.
But there was one way to test it out.
That was to see from which direction the bullets flew when he fired his gun; that's where the real body would be.
Simple and effective.
Yang Jian glanced around and said, "Don't kid yourself that we're on equal footing. The fact is, our fight had already ended right from the start. You releasing that ghost from your body indeed makes me wary. So the smartest approach isn't to come into direct contact with the ghost in your body but to keep my distance... I can deal with you instead.
Why would I bother facing a ghost that can't be killed?"
"You want to see my ability, right? Since you're about to die, I'll show you," he said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a ghastly gash tore open on his forehead.
An eerie blood-red eye spun around within the flesh and then suddenly emerged, fixing Wang Xiaoqiang with a faint red glow.
"Ghost Eye..." Wang Xiaoqiang shuddered inwardly.
He only knew from Yang Jian's files that he had controlled a ghost's eye, but he knew nothing of its powers.
And as Yang Jian opened the Ghost Eye,
The scenery around them instantly transformed.
Somehow, the conference room was now enveloped in a red light, making everything look as though it was soaked in fresh blood, not just this room but also the world outside the window, which too glowed red, with no sun visible in the sky.
Only a crimson firmament stretched above.
"This isn't the conference room anymore?" Wang Xiaoqiang's pupils contracted sharply. He swiftly turned around to look.
The surrounding golden haze that had enshrouded everything was gone without a trace, the smoke grenade thrown on the ground by Lei Hu was nowhere to be found, and the bodies of those who had died earlier had also vanished.
"You're quick-witted. This indeed is no longer the conference room we were in before. Since the location has changed, where do you think the ghost you released just now is?" Yang Jian asked.
"Impossible. How could you do such a thing, even banishing a ghost?" Wang Xiaoqiang stared at Yang Jian in shock.
He looked around, and the others appeared equally panicked.
It seemed they hadn't anticipated such an abrupt change in their surroundings.
"Who said I banished the ghost? I merely moved you and me away. The ghost you released is still back in the conference room. Quite a unique ability, isn't it? Not particularly ferocious, but very effective in preserving life. If used cleverly, it can have terrifying lethal potential," Yang Jian explained.
"Especially against ordinary people."
With that, he raised his gun towards the sky and fired.
A gunshot echoed as a shareholder of the club's head burst open, falling down dead on the spot.
He was shot by Yang Jian from an angle that was entirely impossible to be shot from.
However, in that instant, Wang Xiaoqiang immediately fired several shots in the direction from which the gunshots came.
The bullets' special trait was that they could not be affected by the power of Evil Ghosts; if the person in front of him was fake, then the direction from which the bullets came must be real.
The others also realized this, and Lei Hu roared, "Don't shoot at people, the people are fake, the real one is hiding there..."
However, before he could finish his sentence, the person next to him toppled like a stack of blocks, his body wobbling before collapsing into pieces on the ground, a head still wide-eyed with shock and disbelief. What, what was going on?
Confusion filled his mind, but beyond that confusion was even more fear and despair.
The next moment, a shadow slowly merged with the ground beneath Lei Hu's feet, gradually seeping into his body.
And all this was unknown to Lei Hu himself.
"Stop a second, Lei Hu."
Cold sweat beaded on Wang Xiaoqiang's forehead, and he gestured with his hand.
"It's useless, you're firing blindly without even knowing my location. Even if you're fishing in murky waters, it's impossible for you to pinpoint my exact location. You can't tell the real from the fake, so how could you discern the illusory from the real? Your eyes can deceive you, but do you think your ears can't?"
Yang Jian's voice came from another place.
Both men turned to look.
They saw him sitting on a lounge chair.
The chair was one from the garden outside.
In other words, they were no longer inside the building? They had moved outside?
"Dammit, what the hell are you?" Wang Xiaoqiang was angry now. "Unbeknownst to us, you've managed to change the location of every single one of us?"
He could hardly believe it.
Yet some experience told him that such an ability did exist among Evil Ghosts.
An ability almost only found in A-level Evil Ghosts, considered by most to be an unsolvable power.
It didn't matter whether it was the Ghost Domain or not, but the ghost he had summoned didn't even have a chance to show itself before it was taken care of by the other; under such circumstances, there was no chance of winning. Anyone else would have met the same fate.
And moreover... Wang Xiaoqiang dared not let the ghost he had released stay outside for too long.
If too much time passed, he didn't know whether the ghost would become uncontrollable.
"Enough talk, I'm a busy man. Kill him," Yang Jian said.
"What?" Wang Xiaoqiang was momentarily stunned.
Then he suddenly realized something and turned to look.
Sometime unknown, Lei Hu beside him had already turned deathly pale, his eyes closed, standing there motionless like a dead man.
And his hand was already gripping his head.
Dammit, when had Lei Hu been controlled by Yang Jian?
"I really don't like to personally deal with necromancers like you, so the best method is to find someone else to do the job, lest I encounter any weird situations," Yang Jian said.
A faint sound rang out, and Wang Xiaoqiang's head was removed by Lei Hu beside him as though it were a piece of a building block.
Wang Xiaoqiang, whose head had been removed, didn't die immediately; instead, he opened his eyes wide, staring at Yang Jian and realizing a horrifying reality.
This Yang Jian was definitely not just controlling a single ghost.
He must have been controlling at least two ghosts!
"Time to send you on your way."
Only after seeing his body hit the ground did Yang Jian walk over, and out of caution, he fired an additional shot at his head.
The skull split open.
However, what was strange was that he didn't see Wang Xiaoqiang's skull inside his head.
But having confirmed Wang Xiaoqiang was indeed dead, he didn't think much further on it.