Chapter 846: Chapter 813 Suppression and Different Kind

The close encounter with the Seeker Ghost and the terrifying assault from the specter in Room 301, in addition to the appearance of what seemed to be a Sleepwalking Ghost.

The fierce specters of the Ferocious Ghost District converged.

All the killing patterns seemed to have been triggered by Yang Jian, and under such circumstances, for a spirit controller, death was almost certain, as the terror level of these specters was very high. Even if their killing efficiency wasn’t great, any one of them could be comparable to a grade A paranormal event.

In a desperate situation.

Yang Jian held nothing back, he didn’t even harbor the slightest hope, nor did he put his hopes on the uncertain letter.

He chose to use the Eight-Tone Music Box.

The second time he activated this deadly curse.

The advantage of bearing this curse is that, before the music of the Eight-Tone Music Box stops, the user definitely won’t die and could last for days. However, as a price, Yang Jian was well aware that once the music stopped, the cursed person was bound to die.

In addition, the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box could also suppress the Ghost Eye Resurrection, allowing Yang Jian to open the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain without any cost.

Six layers of the Ghost Domain stacked, even fierce specters could stop in their tracks.

“Blocked, he blocked it? What, what’s happening, why isn’t that ghost moving?” Not far away, Li Yi was stunned by this scene.

The approaching specter in the dense smoke actually stopped in its place after being glared at by Yang Jian, as if it had lost its ability to move and did not advance any further, immobilized.

But, that’s just not realistic.

How could a ghost suddenly become immobilized?

“This Yang Jian, suddenly so overwhelming.”

Yang Xiaohua, however, was so shocked that she couldn’t speak. What caught her attention wasn’t the motionless dense smoke, but the suddenly appearing bruised arm that fell to the ground out of nowhere.

The pale, icy skin, as if it was an arm cut from a corpse, was undoubtedly the limb of a fierce specter.

It seems Yang Jian had damaged an invisible specter.

Just now, she even heard a ghastly and piercing scream of a specter.

Humans actually gaining the upper hand in a battle against fierce specters, and it was even a overwhelming advantage.

“But all of this, how did he do it?” Yang Xiaohua was shocked, and beyond her astonishment, an infinite curiosity emerged.

Seeing this scene, Li Yang’s eyelids twitched.

It was his first time seeing team leader Yang Jian striking with full force. He hadn’t seen the entire process during the fight with Ye Zhen; he had only arrived afterwards to find that the battle had ended. Now witnessing it firsthand, he realized how terrifying the person known as ‘Ghost Eye’ in the paranormal circle could be.

The fierce specter that he himself had barely managed to delay for a moment was now unable to even approach.

Totally immobilized.

Another specter seemed even more unlucky, having one of its arms chopped off alive, as if its corpse was being dismembered.

To others, it might not seem that special.

But for those in the paranormal circle, they would understand how incredibly difficult it is to achieve these two things instantly.

“Tainted once again by the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, I am well aware of what this means. I still don’t regret this choice.” Yang Jian, holding a rusty Firewood Knife, with his crimson Ghost Eye spying all around.

The suppression of the Ghost Domain covered almost the entire Dachuan City.

Everything had once again returned to his control.

This was his peak state.

In this state, if Yang Jian had been in Dahai City, even ten Ye Zhens would have to die.

After all, being able to open the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain, combined with the Coffin Nail and the Firewood Knife, was simply too unbeatable. Moreover, the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box could fend off various deadly patterns triggered by fierce specters, ensuring you wouldn’t die mysteriously.

“The ghost is still struggling.”

Yang Jian watched the dense smoke that started to sway again, his another Ghost Eye peering at the ferocious ghost that followed from Room 301.

Since he had come this far, he couldn’t stop; he had to detain the specters of the Ferocious Ghost District and thoroughly resolve the paranormal events here, otherwise what would be the point of this Eight-Tone Music Box curse.

Yang Jian’s figure blurred for a moment, then he mysteriously vanished.

The next moment.

A darkened hand appeared out of thin air, directly reaching through a layer of solidified dense smoke, grabbing the specter standing motionless within the smoke.

The suppression of the Ghost Hand was instantly in effect.

Now, was it the deadly killing rule of the Seeker Ghost getting close, or was the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box combined with the touch of the Ghost Hand stronger?

Soon.

The answer was revealed.

There’s no miracle in the collision of the supernatural.

Yang Jian’s level of terror outweighed that of the resurrected Seeker Ghost.

The Ghost Domain of the dense smoke was eroded, and a red light permeated, with Yang Jian forcefully gripping the true source of the fierce specter.

It was a blackened, dry corpse.

The emaciated and eerie corpse, with hollow eye sockets, stared intensely at Yang Jian, evoking a chilling sensation.

However.

The ghost made no further movements, now resembling nothing more than an ordinary mummy, showing no signs of supernatural phenomena.

But this was only true while it was in Yang Jian’s hands; once released, it would become an incomparably terrifying specter.

Yang Jian held the mummy with one hand, then turned his head to look at the ghost of Room 301 again.

This ghost might be the source of the supernatural events in the Ferocious Ghost District.

But now, having had an arm dismembered with a single slice, the terror level of the ghost was rapidly diminished. It was as if a complete puzzle had been scattered, its movements becoming sluggish, and it even lost its balance, stumbling and falling to the ground while walking.

Merely missing one arm, the ghost couldn’t even walk steadily.

Yet, even falling, standing up, and falling again, the ghost continued to attack Yang Jian.

It seemed it wouldn’t rest until it killed Yang Jian.

This was truly terrifying.

Imagine, a ghost relentlessly pursuing you to kill you–what would that be like?

If unable to resist, death would be certain.

“Seeing as one cut isn’t enough, let’s endure the curse from the Firewood Knife once more. We must dismember this ghost completely; it’s too peculiar. Those targeted by it hardly survive. Perhaps Li Leping was also targeted by this ghost, and had no choice but to erase a day’s memory to avoid its attack.”

Yang Jian’s expression was icy cold. Now, his mind was echoing with strange ringing sounds, as if even his emotions had faded away.

He took another step forward.

The dense shadow behind him covered him again, triggering the medium once more.

In front of him, the figure of the ghost emerged.

After all, the ghost had followed him here, and its footprints were already on the ground, making it too easy to trigger the medium.

This slice was not a hurried attempt at survival like before, but a calculated arc swept through the air.

In an instant.

The ghost’s arms, legs, and neck were cleanly severed, scattering into exactly five pieces, along with the previously cut arm making it six pieces.

At the same time.

The ghost’s body also broke apart, directly collapsing into a pile of terrifying dismembered corpse.

And the curse traced back to its source.

The strange doll emitted a piercing scream, a sound no living person could produce–a true ghost’s shriek that made one’s skin crawl.

The doll’s arms, legs, and head were all broken into pieces.

The puzzle became even more scattered.

Even the ghost couldn’t hide now; others who did not turn their heads or face the ghost directly could also see the pile of dismembered bodies on the ground.

Scattered to this extent, it was estimated that even ordinary people could handle it.

“This is terrifying.”

Li Yang, watching Yang Jian holding the mummy with one hand and dismembering the ghost with the other, had only this thought in his mind.

Yes, terrifying.

Even the fierce ghost was truly defeated in front of him.

“Is this guy even human? He was fierce enough just now, and now he is…” Yang Xiaohua was completely stunned.

But what she didn’t notice was that the path leading to the Ghost Post Office that had just appeared behind her was now enveloped in a red glow; escaping from here would also require Yang Jian’s consent.

“Ghost Eye… Yang Jian?”

At this moment.

A hoarse, deep voice floated over from a residential building nearby.

That was the last ghost.

Sleepwalking Ghost.

Li Yang called it Li Leping.

“Li Leping, huh? Do you want to die again, is that it?” Yang Jian held the ghost’s dried corpse, wielding the Firewood Knife, his ghost eye scrutinizing the residential building in front of him.

A strange figure stood at the second-floor window of the residential building.

It was a man with an ordinary appearance, an unremarkable dead person.

Under the Ghost Eye, many secrets were no longer secrets.

Yang Jian surveyed everything and roughly understood Li Leping’s condition.

An aberration.

A ghost with the consciousness of a living person.

Li Leping had succeeded.

However.

At the same time, the curse from the Firewood Knife began to erupt on Yang Jian’s body.