Looking at the extra pair of hands that had appeared on the human skin parchment, Yang Jian’s body suddenly tensed, his eyes narrowed, and an inexplicable chill surged from the soles of his feet throughout his body.
Ghosts, were they already lurking around him?
He had to admit that his vigilance had decreased just now, because he was within the training base and perhaps because he had been pondering some issues just now, so he hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings. As a result, he hadn’t detected the nearby changes until now, which would have probably led to his death if this had happened during previous paranormal encounters he had experienced.
"Does it want to snatch the human skin parchment?"
The intent of the hands reaching out from the darkness was very clear, wanting to take the human skin parchment from Yang Jian’s hands.
If it weren’t for his own strength, the parchment would have been snatched by those eerily appearing hands in that instant.
And now, the situation didn’t seem much better.
The rigid hands were gripping the human skin parchment firmly, with a strength that was somewhat unbelievable. On the other end of these hands was a patch of thick darkness where only a vague view of two arms entering it could be seen, with no clear sight of the origin of these hands.
Perhaps it was a ghost controller, or perhaps a ghost.
But that no longer mattered now.
Yang Jian didn’t have time to think; he almost instantly opened his Ghost Eye as soon as he realized what was happening.
Red light emitted from the Ghost Eye, enveloping his body and spreading towards all directions.
In any case, he had to use the Ghost Domain to protect himself first.
However, the situation didn’t unfold as he usually anticipated; Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain didn’t spread out but instead was firmly suppressed around him, barely encompassing a ten-centimeter distance.
The red glow of the Ghost Domain could barely cover himself, and at any moment, it could be extinguished by the encroaching darkness, like a flickering candlelight.
"Completely suppressed under a layer of Ghost Domain? What in the world is this thing?" a sense of horror rose in Yang Jian’s heart.
Seeing this situation, he instantly felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.
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In such close contact with an unknown ghost, and with his Ghost Domain completely suppressed, any slight mishap could result in his downfall.
The gap between a ghost controller and a real ghost was still very large.
"Use Ghost Shadow."
Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye ability was Ghost Domain; since a layer of Ghost Domain was suppressed, increasing the layers would not help. To suppress other fierce ghosts, Ghost Shadow was obviously more appropriate.
Immediately.
A tall Headless Ghost Shadow slowly stood up from under his feet, cold and terrifying, like a corpse standing in the darkness, causing an indescribable sense of suffocation.
The Headless Ghost Shadow now stretched out its black arms and firmly grasped the rigid hands that were holding the human skin parchment, then slowly began to tug as if trying to wrench this strange arm off.
Putting together bodies was the ability of the Headless Ghost Shadow; if it weren’t for Yang Jian’s concern about the revival of the fierce ghost, he could have let the Headless Ghost Shadow assemble a ghostly body made entirely of fierce ghosts.
However, this ability to suppress fierce ghosts failed at this time.
Those hands were not taken off by the Headless Ghost Shadow.
"How is this possible?" Yang Jian’s eyes hardened.
To suppress the Ghost Eye and withstand the assault of the Headless Ghost Shadow, just a pair of rigid dead hands was able to accomplish this.
If these hands had attacked him instead of the human skin parchment earlier, then the result...
Unimaginable.
At this moment, the force transmitted from the hands grew stronger; no, it might no longer be appropriate to call it mere strength, but rather a terrifying sensation that he had never experienced before, as if the ghost within his body was being forcibly drawn out bit by bit.
The Headless Ghost Shadow’s body was now being pulled out and gradually distorted, and the Ghost Domain emanating from the Ghost Eye was also warping.
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At this moment.
A strong dizziness and feeling of weakness emerged in Yang Jian’s mind.
If the Headless Ghost Shadow was drained, his body, which was already deteriorating, would be unable to sustain his life.
He could continue living now because there was a ghost within his body; thus, if the ghost were to be stripped away, most ghost controllers would die immediately, apart from certain special exceptions.
"I can’t suppress this ghost thing; if this standoff continues, I’ll surely die here," Yang Jian’s face broke out in cold sweat, and he couldn’t help thinking about giving up the human skin parchment and leaving immediately.
It seemed likely he could escape harmlessly if he gave up the parchment since the hands appeared to be aiming for it.
But without the human skin parchment, Yang Jian would have no solution when facing the revival of his own fierce ghost.
"No, I can’t let a ghost get the human skin parchment so easily."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth, released one hand, and quickly untied an old grass rope from his wrist, then used the rope to bind the rigid hands that were trying to snatch the human skin parchment.
He didn’t know if it would work, but he had to try.
This was all the ability he could muster; if he still couldn’t counter it, he would have no choice but to give up on the human skin parchment.
As soon as the Ghost Rope left Yang Jian’s hand, it began to revive.
It almost didn’t need anyone’s control; the old straw rope had already entwined around those arms and swiftly sank into the darkness, as if it wanted to hang up a ghost.
After its revival, the Ghost Rope indiscriminately attacked anyone nearby, including ghosts.
Now, the Ghost Rope targeted a ghost in the darkness. Before it completely lifted that ghost, Yang Jian wouldn’t become the next target of the Ghost Rope.
It was this simple rule that allowed the Ghost Rope to be suppressed by Yang Jian, becoming a ghost completely under his control.
"It’s working."
Yang Jian’s gaze was fixed intently on those stiff palms. As the hands slowly receded, the pressure he felt also significantly decreased. It seemed that the Ghost Rope in the darkness was continuously lifting its source, causing these hands to lose strength and no longer insist on snatching the human skin parchment.
"Is three ghosts its limit?"
After suppressing the Ghost Eye, Headless Ghost Shadow, and even the Ghost Rope, this unknown ghost chose to retreat gradually.
Eventually.
The stiff hands released the human skin parchment and then disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind ten clear fingerprints on the parchment as proof of how perilous the supernatural contact had been.
"Is it leaving?"
Yang Jian observed the surrounding darkness rapidly receding. His Ghost Domain was gradually returning to normal, extending one meter, three meters, ten meters...
Soon, the darkness in the shooting range dissipated, and the nearby searchlights immediately restored their light.
The uncanny was departing from the area where he was.
But the uncanny event hadn’t been without gains; something, maybe a ghost... had taken Yang Jian’s Ghost Rope.
"What kind of joke is this, what on earth is going on? Has some ghost master’s fierce ghost revived, or did someone intentionally create this supernatural event?" Yang Jian’s face was extremely grim; he hadn’t even had the chance to feel relieved that he had survived the ordeal.
Because a person came to his mind.
Wang Xiaoming.
During the day, Wang Xiaoming was dealing with him, trying to obtain the human skin parchment from him.
At night, he was attacked by a ghost, specifically targeting the parchment.
Yang Jian certainly didn’t believe this was a coincidence; perhaps it was Wang Xiaoming who had sent a ghost master to steal it.
"Ah~!"
However, before he could ponder further, a desperate and fearful scream came from the darkness nearby.
"Has someone else been attacked by a ghost?"
Yang Jian looked in the direction where the sound came from.
The place was also submerged in darkness, but judging by the location, it should be where the dormitory of the training base was located—the resting place for this group of a dozen or so ghost masters.
"How can this be?"
Yang Jian’s face turned pale with a sudden change upon hearing the scream.
His previous assumption was wrong.
It wasn’t Wang Xiaoming sending someone to steal; if that were the case, a ghost master would only attack him and certainly not others.
In that case, what he just encountered, was it a real ghost?
Just as he was doubtful, his satellite positioning phone in his luggage bag rang.
"Yang Jian, when you hear this message, the training base you’re in is in great danger. Leave there quickly and ensure your own safety. There’s a ghost heading towards the training base; it might have even already invaded there."
Before he could answer the call, the urgent and panicked voice of Liu Xiaoyu came from the satellite phone.
"I repeat, ensure your safety and leave quickly. Don’t you dare die."
"Forced communication indicates a time of grave crisis," Yang Jian’s expression shifted.
Then, hearing that a ghost was heading towards the training base made his blood run cold.
He was right in his judgment.
A ghost was indeed lurking here, and he was very likely the first unlucky one to be attacked.
As for the others... they were probably out of luck by now.
The chances they had survived the previous attack were certainly slim.