Even though Yang Jian could only move one hand now, taking out this group of people still wasnât a problem.
Because he was an anomaly, not easily killed, unlike them. Although they harnessed supernatural powers, they were fragile, and any supernatural attack would claim their lives.
Moreover, Yang Jianâs attack was not simple.
The Ghost Hand ignited by the furnace not only could invade their bodies but also set them on fire.
That fire, capable of burning the supernatural, was undoubtedly their nemesis.
Of course, this fire also restrained the current Yang Jian.
Only because Yang Jian harnessed the supernatural from Ghost Lake, the two canceled each other out, preventing the fire on the Ghost Hand from spreading.
âThis fire, though only using bones as fuel, can spread; flesh, skin, and body oils will also ignite. Yet, the ghost cannot be killed, becoming the carrier of this fire, helping it spread, like a different kind of puzzle piece.â
Yang Jian glanced slightly at his charred hand.
The Ghost Hand could still move, and the flames remained, as if the two supernatural elements had merged together to form an even more terrifying hand.
At the same time.
Xiang Lan, Ah Nan, and Wang Genquan stepped over corpses, each spreading out, slowly approaching Yang Jian.
They were ready to make a move, intending to join forces to kill Yang Jian here.
Zhu Jian was still alive, but essentially crippled.
Though Ah Nan had helped pull out the Ghost Hand from his body, the strange furnace fire still clung to his damaged body, burning.
Zhu Jian was in agony, wailing, unable to stay conscious any longer.
But at this moment, he couldnât be helped.
âStill want to make a move?â
Yang Jian stood rigidly in place, unable to move. He was standing entirely supported by the Ghost Hand.
Ghost Hands gripped his legs, supporting his body, keeping him from easily falling.
âWeâre already at this point; we have no choice. Even if we stop, you wonât spare us, right,â Xiang Lan said impassively.
Yang Jian replied, âI shouldnât have spared you before. I always knew you guys, cursed and lingering at the Caesar Hotel, were a hidden danger. I just have principles; Iâll give a chance to those who donât directly threaten me. Itâs a pity you didnât seize it.â
âWe have countless chances to make mistakes. Even if you kill all of us, weâll reunite in a few years and continue looking for a way out. But this time, we donât want to miss out,â Ah Nan said gravely.
Yang Jian responded coldly, âThere wonât be such a chance. Youâre cursed, surviving on that curse, unable to leave the Caesar Hotel ever. Even if you find an exit, you canât leave. The moment you do, the curse will fail, and youâll die, not even understanding the truth, yet still fighting me here.â
âImpossible,â Ah Nan immediately retorted, his eyes narrowing.
Wang Genquanâs expression changed. He had heard such words from Yang Jian before their falling out. But this time, after Yang Jian returned from that supernatural corridor, he seemed even more convinced of this.
It seemed Yang Jian had learned something.
âImpossible?â
Yang Jian revealed a cold smile, âYou never wondered why you resurrect every time you die? Coming back to lifeâsuch a good thing doesnât come free. Involving the supernatural always has a price, and constantly resurrecting like that comes with an even higher cost.â
âIâve been to that room you claim can resurrect people. Guess what I saw in there?â
âHeâs in poor condition, trying to buy time. Stop listening to his nonsense and letâs take action,â Xiang Lan immediately said.
âNo, let him finish,â
Wang Genquan unexpectedly stopped Xiang Lan and Ah Nan from acting.
âThis truth is important. If what he says is true, then our actions this time are meaningless.â
Ah Nan furrowed his brows, saying nothing at this moment.
âYou want to know the truth? Too bad I donât want to tell you now. Before me, youâre not worthy of knowing all this.â
Yang Jian said stoically, âYou should just keep reincarnating here. I hope one day you can find an unprecedented path, break the curse, and take control of the Caesar Hotel.â
âBut with your potential, that chance is nearly impossible. Being trapped here for decades with no progress, likely it will be the same in decades to come.â
âDamned,â Ah Nan couldnât help but feel anger surge within him.
Wang Genquan remained silent, âUnworthy of knowing the truth? Youâre right. Decades of being trapped still donât compare to your brief visit. Weâve indeed failed. In that case, we can only proceed with our previous plan. After all, we donât want to sit and wait for death.â
At this moment, the three of them acted together.
A strange music echoed immediately on the silent third floor.
The music was similar to the Eight-Tone Music Boxâs curse yet had a distinct tune.
âFatal Curse musicâthe curse music should be stored on that old piano, not something you can control,â Yang Jianâs eyes moved slightly, glancing at Xiang Lan.
This music seemed targeted solely at him, continuously surrounding him, elusive.
âSupernatural matters are hard to explain. I survived a ghost attack too,â Xiang Lan said.
She had previously been attacked by a ghost, nearly losing her body, remaining in a state of neither life nor death. That situation allowed her to gain the ghostâs supernatural power, capturing a portion of the curse music.
Accompanying the music, Ah Nan became particularly eerie at this moment, his skin turning deathly pale instantly, and his limbs strangely lengthening.
His entire appearance became unfamiliar and terrifying.
The next moment,
he vanished into the darkness and then reappeared, that tall, slender, eerie figure emerging from the darkness beside Yang Jian once more.
Ah Nan grabbed Yang Jian, attempting to pull him into the darkness.
Strangely, a phantom silhouette wavered around Yang Jianâs body, as if his soul was being pulled out, reminiscent of that eerie hook used by the Soul-Reaper Zhao Feng encountered at the post office before.
Uncertain if that hook was related to the ghost controlled by Ah Nan.
Yang Jianâs Ghost Hand lifted, the charred hand firmly grasped Ah Nan, standing rooted in place, immovable.
âYou think this bit of supernatural will take my life? You overestimate yourself. The essence of supernatural confrontation is between ghosts; the supernatural I control is beyond your imagination.â
With that, he forcefully pulled.
In the darkness, Ah Nan was dragged out bit by bit, his body covered in charred hands, and gradually returned to its original form, as if the supernatural was being suppressed.
âAh!â
Ah Nan let out a painful scream, his skin turning red, as if those ghost hands were branding irons, nearly setting him aflame.
At this moment, he experienced Zhu Jianâs fate.
âI can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third timeâŠâ
Yang Jian was expressionless, released his arm, and then grasped Ah Nanâs neck the next moment.
Crunch!
Without hesitation, a crisp bone-cracking sound echoed.
Ah Nanâs neck was directly twisted, yet he wasnât dead, still writhing in agony, as his neck was ghostly pale and unnaturally elongated.
This wasnât his body; a ghost had replaced a part of his body, preserving his life.
But the supernatural presence accelerated the flames consuming him.
This exacerbated his torment.
Crack!
However, at that moment, another sound arose, as if something split open.
The next moment, a crack appeared on Yang Jianâs face, extending deeply from his face to his body, and the fissure continued to widen, as if he might shatter entirely.
âI donât believe youâre that difficult to deal with.â At this moment, Wang Genquan made a move, holding a small mirror reflecting Yang Jianâs form.
Wang Genquan attempted to crush the mirror with force continuously.
Cracks appeared on the mirror, and in reality, Yang Jian bore cracks as well,
As long as the mirror fully shattered, Yang Jian would also completely shatter.
âA curse that kills?â
Yang Jian ignored the cracks on his face, instead looking at him: âWhen I entered the Caesar Grand Hotel for the second time, I passed by a room and heard the sound of porcelain shattering inside, similar to this sound.â
âI control the ghost from that room,â Wang Genquan said.
âSo thatâs how it is.â
Yang Jian said, âA terrifying curse, even affecting me, but it seems your strength isnât enough to crush even a piece of glass.â
Wang Genquanâs expression turned sullen; it wasnât that he couldnât crush it, but a supernatural force resisted from the glass.
This reaction indicated to him that the person he wanted to curse was terrifying, scarier than ordinary ghosts.
Because ordinary ghosts arenât this hard to break.
âSeems like you fall short of a real ghost, you have your limits,â Yang Jian immediately saw Wang Genquanâs predicament.
It wasnât the curseâs failure, but his own failure.
Crack!
Another crack appeared, yet this time not on Yang Jian, but on Wang Genquanâs face.
He was being corroded by the supernatural, beginning to suffer from the curseâs side effects.
âXiang Lan, stop playing music, that thing canât kill me, I control another cursed music piece that can neutralize your Fatal Curse.â Yang Jian finished speaking and opened his mouth.
No words came out, but an eerie ringing emanated from inside his stomach.
The two overlapping into a symphonic harmony.
But soon, the music clashed, both slowly quieting, until they vanished entirely.
The Fatal Curse failed.
âAnother piece of music?â Xiang Lanâs expression changed involuntarily.
Yang Jian said, âSo, is this all you have?â
After saying this, he casually tossed Ah Nan away.
At this moment, Ah Nan was ablaze, writhing and wailing in the fire; though lively as ever, he was enduring the agony of being burned alive.
âIf this is all, then please go to your deaths.â
He raised that charred Ghost Hand.
At this moment.
Xiang Lan and Wang Genquan immediately sensed a foreign presence invading their bodies, an intense pain ensued.
It seemed Yang Jian truly intended to eliminate them all single-handedly.
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