âIâm fine now.â
At this moment, Zhou Deng was pulled back into the Ghost Domain by Yang Jian. He was panting, cold sweat pouring out, as the supernatural power eroding his body dissipated, his ashen face gradually improving.
But even so, he almost didnât make it back.
âDid we fail? This bowl of rice wasnât thrown out or placed on the ground to offer to the ghost.â Li Yang, lacking both legs and an arm, sat in the Ghost Domain, meticulously analyzing the intel.
Itâs inconvenient to move, but he still needs to exercise his mind.
âCaptain, Zhou Dengâs risk-taking wasnât entirely useless, the rice scattered out earlier disappeared. This might be a key clue.â
âI saw it, so I deduced that the rice canât go too far from the person, or else it doesnât just fail, it gets wasted instead.â Yang Jian noticed the rice scattered by the eagle earlier was still on the ground.
Leuk Qingqing said, âRemember the ashes scattered at the doorstep of the fourth floor of the post office? Maybe the rice isolates ghostly items. Drawing a circle on the ground with it might be able to block a ghostâs attack.â
âItâs unlikely. So far, supernatural items havenât had any similarities, just like no two identical ghosts exist in a supernatural event.â Yang Jian said, âThereâs definitely another way to use it.â
âI need to test and make mistakes.â
He gestured slightly; âKeep away from me.â
Following that, Yang Jian quickly moved to a corner of the hall, far from the red coffin, far from everyone.
He himself had a Ghost Domain and could retreat at any time.
Immediately.
Yang Jian holding a bowl of white rice materialized slowly in the ancient mansion.
He left the fifth layer of the Ghost Domain, but his Ghost Domain was still maintaining, ghost eyes watching others, spreading a scarlet glow.
At that moment.
He didnât even intend to use a supernatural weapon but placed the cracked spear beside him.
Because it wasnât necessary.
With so many ghosts here, if he couldnât find the right method to survive, even if given ten Coffin Nails and ten Firewood Knives, it wouldnât help because he couldnât afford the cost of using supernatural items and would be worn away alive here.
At the moment Yang Jian appeared.
The vague ghostly figure on the wall started moving, swaying along the wall, rushing towards him.
Yang Jianâs Ghost Shadow covered himself, his whole body was as if shrouded in a layer of shadow, directly isolating the ghostâs influence.
As long as he didnât turn into a shadow on the ground, he wouldnât suffer the ghostâs attack, so for now, he could ignore the ghostly figure on the wall.
âDespite the previous trial and error by the eagle and Zhou Deng, the number of ghosts targeting me the third time is still significant.â Yang Jian immediately saw several terrifying figures flowing into the ancient mansion approaching him.
However, he noticed.
That black Taishi Chair didnât move anymore.
A cloud of darkness was blocked behind the Taishi Chair, unable to move forward.
He repeatedly used the Firewood Knife to hack at the ghost three times, finally severing the ghostâs two hands, reducing the ghostâs terror, stopping the ghostâs action.
As a cost.
A ghastly cut appeared on Yang Jianâs dark Ghost Hand, the crack penetrating deep into bone and flesh.
However, this hand was gradually healing, though the wound was deep it was temporarily harmless because the Ghost Hand had a strong ability to withstand the curse of the Firewood Knife, while a normal personâs hand would have fallen off long ago.
A ghost first approached Yang Jian.
This ghost appeared as two people walking side by side, their bodies growing together, as if one person had two heads growing on one neck, no way to tell which was the ghostâs head or which was the human head. This ghost seemed to be able to invade living bodies, as if it was possessing one.
The ghost quickly approached, reaching out an arm as if to abandon its decaying body and find a new host.
Yang Jian was the new target.
So when the arm was raised, Yang Jian understood that the right side of the body was partially ghost.
Within those few seconds as the ghost approached, Yang Jian performed an action.
He grabbed a handful of rice, squeezing it in his palm.
This wasnât a random guess, but related to traditional funeral customs. Itâs rumored that after people die, they go to hell, and at the gates of hell, there are stray dogs and wild chickens waiting to attack the wandering souls, so people grab two handfuls of rice to feed these creatures on their way to the underworld to ensure safety.
Clearly.
These practices were wrongly inferred based on folklore.
While Yang Jian was holding the rice, the ghost didnât cease its attack.
The ghostâs pallid skin drew close, just inches away.
âIs it useless?â
Yang Jian immediately changed his approach, directly stuffing the rice into his mouth, keeping it there without swallowing.
Still, the ghost didnât stop its actions.
At that moment, the partially grown body was already sticking to Yang Jianâs flesh, the cold and terrifying ghost shedding its former body, gradually merging with Yang Jian.
Yang Jian remained unmoved, he still had a reset capability, even if the ghost invaded his body, he could reverse the danger, return to a point before the attack.
âIf this still doesnât work, thereâs only one last option left.â
Yang Jian directly spat out the rice, holding it in his hand, not wanting to waste it.
The rice was still there, not diminished.
The ghost continued its invasion unstopped.
Yang Jian felt half his body losing sensation, the body seemed to belong to someone else, a cold, sinister Dead Manâs Head stuck close beside him.
The cold and stiff touch made him shiver.
Yet Yang Jian remained calm, he unhesitatingly cut his finger, letting blood drip down.
The white rice soaked in blood turned red.
At that moment.
An extraordinary scene unfolded.
The ghost invading Yang Jianâs body suddenly stopped its action, then a cold arm traced along Yang Jianâs own arm all the way to his hand, then took away one grain of blood-stained rice.
Next.
The ghostâs attack behavior reversed, the half-completed invasion ceased and retreated, returning to the rotten corpse.
Soon, the ghostâs form faded, becoming obscure.
But it didnât completely disappear, only leaving a vague outline, like it was isolated in some kind of Ghost Domain.
âDid it work?â Yang Jianâs eyes narrowed, feeling the method had worked.
The rice needed blood as a medium, then fed to the ghost.
It canât go too far, otherwise, even if eaten by the ghost, it wonât work, and it must be stained with living blood. Zhou Dengâs rice got knocked over before without getting soaked in blood, lacking a medium, so after the ghost ate, it didnât leave, causing the rice to lose its effect.
With one grain less from the rice in hand, the ghost in front seemed isolated, unable to continue killing.
But before Yang Jian could think more.
Another arm appeared out of thin air, this one wrapped in many roots and soil, looking as if it had just crawled out of a grave, yet it reached and took another blood-soaked grain of rice from Yang Jianâs palm.
Then the arm vanished.
Not only that.
Behind.
Yang Jian felt something appear at the back of his head, a cold breath close by, something reaching swiftly over, flashing past.
One grain of blood-soaked rice was gone from his hand, followed by the swift retreat of the foreignness behind him, disappearing.
Yang Jian broke out in a cold sweat.
If he hadnât discovered the correct way to use the rice, he would have been directly attacked by these ghosts.
Approaching shadows multiplied.
An eerie, yet distinctly different hand reached over.
The ghost didnât attack Yang Jian but took a grain of blood-soaked white rice from his hand.
The ghost taking the rice didnât disappear but became blurry and immobile, remaining in place.
âThe method has been found, Yang Jian succeeded.â
Everyone in the Ghost Domain saw this scene; they hadnât been isolated, and Yang Jian didnât affect their sight or perception. They could still see everything outside, but these scenes werenât real; they were displayed through multiple layers of the Ghost Domain.
âBlood-soaked rice can be fed to ghosts to temporarily halt their actions.â Li Yang said.
âSo thatâs why I was attacked even after feeding it my rice before.â Zhou Deng, without hesitation, cut his palm to stain the rice red.
Leuk Qingqing stopped him, âEnough, donât waste all the rice using it alone. Better to distribute it, so everyone stays safe. Otherwise, if only youâre unbothered, others without rice will still be killed by ghosts.â
âThatâs right, indeed.â Li Yang said, âWe should allocate the remaining rice.â
âOkay, staying alive together is best, Iâve no problem.â
Zhou Deng wasnât that selfish; they began distributing the remaining rice, each staining their portion with blood.
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