Yang Jian lit the Ghost Candle, having enough time to wear down Ye Feng.
He didn't believe that guy could withstand one hour.
However, Ye Feng's aggressive behavior had already told him the outcome; he couldn't last an hour.
Continually using the power of that shroud non-stop, in such a situation, having control over two ghosts was in vain.
The longer the power of the Evil Ghost was used, the faster its revival would be.
Therefore, a ghost manipulator must ensure that every use of an Evil Ghost's power is brief.
"Thinking you can rely on the protection of that shroud to come kill me directly, I have to say, you've chosen a poor outcome," Yang Jian said, not with worry, but with some glee.
His situation seemed a bit better than Ye Feng's, but in reality, it wasn't that much better.
The Ghost Domain was always in use.
If the stalemate went on, his Ghost Eye would also continue to revive.
Of course, he would never admit these concerns in front of an enemy.
The thought struck him; Ye Feng's aggressive choice undoubtedly further shortened his own Evil Ghost's revival time.
Ye Feng, with a cold face, walked step by step toward Yang Jian along the asphalt road covered in red light.
Ghost Ropes floated densely above the road, and one after another, these ropes, akin to Evil Ghosts possessing someone, descended from the sky, inciting fear and apprehension.
An ordinary person would've died a thousand times already in such a situation.
But he was not an ordinary person.
The shroud on him offered protection.
That was why he dared to act so recklessly.
Like Ye Feng, who also controlled two ghosts, he believed no one could be his match.
"Too slow; can't you walk any faster? Since the Ghost Ropes can't affect you, you should be running," Yang Jian said, sitting on the steps at the doorway, watching him and occasionally urging him on.
Ye Feng's face darkened.
Using the power of the Evil Ghost excessively in a short time could also directly trigger its revival.
He could only grasp a degree of it, ensuring everything was within his own tolerance.
"Yang Jian, don't celebrate too soon. Although you've made Wang Yue's Ghost Rope revive a bit beyond my plan, this situation is still within my means to cope with. Today, you are doomed," Ye Feng retorted.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm doomed, so come on and kill me then. I'm a bit scared sitting here; if you don't come over soon, I might just leave," Yang Jian replied, nodding.
Ye Feng wanted to curse but couldn't bring himself to do it.
His ability, although special, lacked the flexibility of Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.
The inability to appear anywhere at will was his greatest flaw, which was why he previously needed Wang Xiaoqiang to pin down Yang Jian's Ghost Domain; otherwise, he would have no way to deal with Yang Jian.
Of course, Yang Jian had no way to deal with him either.
Outside of the Ghost Domain.
Wang Xiaoqiang, whose face had been brutally torn to shreds by Yang Jian earlier, was now enduring a rotten head that wasn't his own, and once again picked up his torn face.
It was like putting on a mask as he slowly fitted it onto his head.
The flesh adhered and gradually fused together.
Wang Xiaoqiang had revived once again.
"This Yang Jian must be killed," he gritted his teeth, looking at the small path shrouded in red light ahead.
Wang Xiaoqiang could no longer see the situation inside.
The Ghost Domain blocked everything; he couldn't breach the Ghost Domain and had no idea what was happening inside.
But from the current situation, it seemed Ye Feng was also stuck.
Yang Jian was not so easy to kill.
"Still can't get into the Ghost Domain?" Wang Xiaoqiang attempted to go and help; he stepped onto the road enveloped by red light, only to find himself just standing there, nothing special.
The red light seemed illusory, passing directly through his body.
After several attempts, all ended in failure.
Wang Xiaoqiang sensed a chilling breeze, that sent shivers down his spine. A particular intuition made him look towards a direction with a trace of alarm.
On the green lawn, a girl in a tattered dress, who was not there before, now stood.
The girl was about seven or eight years old, with two braids, and at a glance, somewhat cute.
However, when Wang Xiaoqiang saw her clearly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he instinctively retreated again and again.
A wave of fear washed over his entire body.
The girl's skin was blue-green, not the color of a living person's skin, and her body exuded a strong stench of decay, like that of a corpse long dead. Her eyes were gone from her face, leaving only two dark voids oozing out corpse fluids.
Moreover, she had no nose or mouth on her face.
It wasn't that they were missing; they simply had never been there.
The lack of two senses made the eye sockets appear abnormally large, imparting an especially eerie feeling to her appearance.
The word popped into Wang Xiaoqiang's mind instantly.
A new ghost, an unexpected and unknown one not accounted for in the plan.
Although it was their first encounter, he felt this ghost was no ordinary spirit, certainly not one that could be easily restrained or imprisoned.
The two stood across a greenbelt, gazing at each other.
Whether those pitch-black hollow eye sockets could still see people, Wang Xiaoqiang was certain that the ghost had definitely seen him.
"What's going on, what exactly happened, why did a ghost suddenly appear here, have I run into a new supernatural event, or has some ghost master died, and the fierce ghost within their body resurrected?" Wang Xiaoqiang's expression changed erratically, and in an instant, he thought of many possibilities.
He even thought of leaving straight away.
"No, I can't leave now; I haven't finished what I came here for, if Ye Feng finds out I ran away first, he's sure to settle the score with me later."
With that thought, a tense sweat broke out on his face.
This ghost was not considered before and completely lacked a designated plan, nor any contingency measures.
If Yang Jian saw this ghost, he would definitely deduce.
It was released from the Ghost Mirror after Zhang Wei's death.
Die once, resurrect once, one more ghost would escape from the mirror.
After a while, on the wide road across the river, a huge truck barreled by, honking its horn for a long moment.
The ghost girl standing still turned her head sharply toward the source of the sound.
Then she quickly ran towards the direction where the truck had gone.
The ghost girl started running, her speed unsettlingly fast.
In just a moment, the ghost had left Guanjiang Residential Complex and followed the road south, eventually disappearing at the end of the street.
"That was a false alarm." Wang Xiaoqiang sighed deeply, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Where did this ghost come from? Good thing I didn't speak again. That ghost seemed particularly sensitive to sound; it was initially attracted by the noise I made. When I met its gaze, I didn't speak and thus escaped disaster. If I had turned to run, I probably would have been finished. Now it has followed that truck and left.
It likely won't appear in Dachang City again."
At that thought, a shiver of aftershock ran through him.
Unintentionally, he had somewhat fortuitously learned a bit of the ghost's patterns.
If any other ghost master rashly came into contact, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.
"If Ye Feng ends up dealing with Yang Jian, the two ghosts within him will resurrect, and this place will become exceedingly dangerous. If possible, it's better to come here as little as possible."
He had a vague feeling that something was off about this residential complex.
Yang Jian had chosen to live here for a reason, and the appearance of this ghost made him feel very uneasy.
Inside the Ghost Domain at that moment.
Ye Feng had finally broken through the layers of encirclement set by the Ghost Rope, reaching Yang Jian, who stood outside the light of the Ghost Candle,
"You little brat, let's see how arrogant you can be now?" he said through gritted teeth, wishing he could kill him on the spot.
"Not bad, your perseverance is indeed admirable; you've actually made it through. Although a hundred meters isn't long, the price you've paid must not have been small," said Yang Jian, still seated on the steps beside the Ghost Candle, showing not the slightest hint of fear.
"If you're dead, the price would be worth it," Ye Feng was truly enraged.
Having been played by Yang Jian this way, how could he not be angry?
"Then come at me," said Yang Jian, "But you'll have to trouble yourself to walk back, because I'm not here now; I'm back where you just came from."
"What?" Ye Feng was startled.
"Over here, I'm over here, brother. If you want to kill me, come this way." Another Yang Jian appeared where Ye Feng had previously been standing, waving his hand and shouting, holding a candle emitting a sinister flame in his hand.
While the Yang Jian in front of him slowly vanished.
This wasn't really Yang Jian at all, but a phantom.
"Yang Jian, I curse your entire family!" Ye Feng's face turned crimson with rage as he bellowed furiously.
He had been fooled from the very beginning.