The door of the VIP room was not even locked; it was a wooden double door that could be pushed open easily.
However, Zhang Zhi slammed into it hard, but the door didnât budge at all, as if a mysterious force was intervening with everything in the room, making it unusual.
No one else was surprised by this situation.
If it were that easy to break open the door and leave room 707, it wouldnât be infamous as the room one can never escape.
âYang Jian, you truly are a madman.â
Lok Shengâs face was very cold at this moment, staring at him without blinking: âYou actually dragged us into 707 together, what are you planning? Are you afraid weâd run away? Or are you so confident you think you can ignore the influence of room 707 and walk out anytime?â
âIs it really impossible to exit here?â
Yang Jian said calmly, âYou didnât fight to the death just now, which suggests there is a way to leave room 707, I guess that since this room number can be hung here, turning it into the haunted 707, it can also be removed to lift the supernatural limitations, so the solution is not inside but outside.â
Lok Sheng didnât speak, but his face remained cold.
âYou are absolutely right, the only way to lift the limits of 707 is to act outside.â Sun Ren candidly admitted that Yang Jianâs guess was correct.
At this moment, there was no need to cover up.
âYouâve all known this for a long time, so thatâs why youâre bold and fearless. But he seems to lack confidence and wants to get away early.â Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Zhi.
Zhang Zhi had just collided with the door, causing a dent in his forehead, looking quite frightful, but he himself was unharmed.
Lok Sheng said, âItâs normal to be nervous; heâs quite afraid of death. After all, room 707 is indeed perilous, even if thereâs a way to break the curse, whether anyone can walk out alive is still unknown.â
âAlright, letâs stop with the nonsense; whatever you call room 707, it doesnât matter to me. Itâs getting late, I need to hurry up and finish you off. I have other matters to attend to, and today I wonât continue playing games with you.â
Yang Jian slowly stood up from his chair.
âIf you have any other allies, call them out now, or itâll be too late, and youâll only end up as corpses.â
âYouâre finally losing patience, arenât you? Although I knew you would make a move, I didnât expect youâd choose to act inside room 707. However, I anticipated such a situation; confronting you face to face is inevitable.â
Lok Sheng also stood up, looking extremely grave.
He did not have much confidence in handling Yang Jian.
Yet some things wonât have results unless tested.
Zheng Yijing also got up: âEven though I donât want to be part of this, there doesnât seem to be any better option right now.â
âYang Jian, it seems Iâm not the only one wanting to deal with you. Youâre still as detestable as ever. You should really thank the Door Knocking Ghost incident; if not for that, you wouldnât have achieved todayâs success. But today, this ends for you.â
Sun Ren also stood up.
He was fueled with hatred, wishing to settle this grudge here, pouring out all the suffering and torment he had endured these days.
Boss He, on the sidelines, retreated slowly, trying to stay as far away from these supernatural people as possible.
As an ordinary person, he had no stakes in this situation.
âInteresting.â
Yang Jian laughed, his laugh was cold: âYou naively think that joining forces can truly take down a captain? But itâs understandable why you, Sun Ren, think this way; Lok Sheng, as the Daâao City manager, you also possess quite a few insights, yet you have this mindset.â
âBut yes, youâve encountered few supernatural events, never truly confronted vengeful spirits, let alone managed supernatural incidents, misjudging your capabilities is typical.â
âAlright, today Iâll give you a lesson, let you know thereâs a difference even among ghost tamers.â
As he spoke.
The cup of water on the table in front of Yang Jian started bubbling up, as if boiling.
Hmm?
Everyoneâs gaze was drawn to this sudden anomaly, stealing a few extra glances.
They worried it might be a supernatural phenomenon in room 707, so they had to stay cautious.
But in the next moment.
âBang!â
The cup suddenly exploded, sending the bubbling water splashing everywhere.
Amidst the scattering water, a golden long spearâs reflection vaguely materialized.
Suddenly, Yang Jian reached forward, his hand touched the water and submerged into it, as if the splashing water served as a medium connecting to some unknown place.
Splish splash!
The water hit the ground, soaking the floor.
An cracked golden long spear appeared out of thin air in the room, firmly grasped by Yang Jian.
âA weapon? No, itâs a supernatural item. Did Yang Jian turn it into a weapon? But why hide it in a cupâŠâ the stranger ghost tamer keenly observed, appearing very nervous.
Yet in the next instant.
The long spear in Yang Jianâs hand suddenly vanished.
Without warning, in just a blink of an eye.
âWatch out.â
Lok Sheng realized something, immediately shouted low: âThatâs the Coffin Nail, once nailed, itâs over.â
âBang!â
But before he finished speaking, a loud crash echoed through the room.
A cracked long spear directly pierced through the stranger ghost tamerâs body, nailing him to the wall behind.
The whole process was so rapid, there wasnât even a moment to react.
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No, Yang Jian simply didnât give them the chance to react.
âAm I the one being targeted?â
The unfamiliar ghost handler looked down dazedly at the spear piercing through his chest. He attempted to struggle but found his strength drained, rendering him immobile.
What scared him the most was that the supernatural power within his body vanished completely at that moment.
Without the support of supernatural powers, a ghost handler immediately reverts to being an ordinary person.
But in his current physical state, reverting to an ordinary person is fatal.
He began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, a strong stench of rot emanating from his body. The light in his eyes, which still held some vitality a moment ago, dimmed instantly to a deathly gray.
In just a few seconds.
Without the support of supernatural powers, he had turned into a severely decayed corpse, looking nothing like someone who had just died.
âNot even a chance to fight back.â
The eyelids of several others twitched, the unease in their hearts magnified once again.
âYou only have one Coffin Nail, while there are four of us. We might not lose,â Zheng Yijing said, reminding the others not to be frightened.
As long as they could withstand Yang Jianâs initial assault, it might be possible to keep him in Room 707.
Now there was no retreat; hesitating now would be too foolish.
Take action!
After Yang Jian killed one person, instead of intimidating the others, they saw it as an opportunity. The greatest threat, the Coffin Nail, was no longer in his hands, so they could unleash their methods without restraint.
Immediately.
Yang Jian felt a chilling aura hovering around Sun Ren, and then it drifted toward him.
Within sight, there was nothing in that direction.
But under the gaze of the ghost eye, a blurry figure was seen.
It resembled a female corpseâcold, pale, seemingly unclothed.
Just by approaching, Yang Jian felt his body stiffen, unable to move.
Moreover, as the corpse continued to draw closer, this feeling grew stronger, even his eyelids felt heavy, compelling him to close them.
âA terrifying female corpse.â
Yang Jian slightly furrowed his brow. He could sense that the corpse entangled with Sun Ren was unusual, even extremely terrifying, not just a simple malevolent ghost.
Lok Sheng also took action. It seemed something inside his body was falling, strands of red thread stained with blood, spreading in numbers from few to many, converging toward Yang Jian at an incredible speed.
Zheng Yijing also activated his malevolent ghost power; his skin was melting, making him resemble a wax figure.
But behind the melting skin was another face, eyes shut, deathly silent, like a corpse placed in a coffin.
Who knows what method turned this corpse into a wax corpse, the outer wax layer in Zheng Yijingâs likeness, while the interior was another form.
No, thatâs not right.
The wax continued to melt, leaving nothing behind.
Ultimately, all of Zheng Yijingâs face disappeared, leaving only the deathly still corpse.
There was no Zheng Yijing.
The real Zheng Yijing was that wax corpse, a mystery lasting for who knows how long.
At this moment, the wax corpse opened its eyes.
Those eyes were dim and black, devoid of any gleam, the body filled with a decaying aura, an indescribable sense of ancientness, seemingly existing as this wax corpse for some years, contrary to its young outward appearance.
âThese guys are each so terrifyingâŠâ Boss He, hiding in a corner, was scared pale at this scene.
His whole body couldnât stop trembling.
At this moment, he finally understood a small iceberg tip of the supernatural world.
Zheng Yijingâs wax corpse made no attack moves, just walked stiffly towards Yang Jian at a fast pace.
âYou all seem quite formidable, which makes sense; you wouldnât dare bother me without some confidence. But this alone isnât enough,â Yang Jian remained expressionless, without any internal fluctuations.
This level of attack was indeed scary, but not to the point where it could eliminate him.
Suddenly, the ghost eye opened.
Everything around was shrouded in red light.
The sixth layer of the Ghost Domain activated.
All the supernatural attacks suddenly slowed, entering a momentary stasis.
Whether human or ghost, all were affected.
But Yang Jian still noticed that the terrifying female corpse beside Sun Ren was still moving. Although its pace had slowed, it was the only malevolent ghost unaffected.
Next was Zheng Yijing.
His black eyes turned, similarly not completely stopped, only greatly impaired, unable to move normally.
But this time was enough for Yang Jian.
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