Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 247: The Last Candle

"Impossible."

When Yang Jian saw the face that looked exactly like Ye Feng's, his eyes widened and he couldn't help but exclaim.

The horror on Sun Yi's face was replayed on him.

The fact that Ye Feng, who had been missing for several days, would appear in this way was unbelievable.

No.

This definitely wasn't Ye Feng.

But how could someone who wasn't Ye Feng have the shroud from Ye Feng's body? He had come into contact with the ghost on Ye Feng's body several times, so it couldn't be a mistake.

Unless there was only one possibility...

This was a fourth-stage ghost infant.

No matter what, it had to be dealt with first, otherwise, if this almost perfect ghost combination couldn't be contained, he would definitely die here.

But here's the problem.

How to deal with such a nearly perfect ghost.

Not to mention that the ghost shadow was already out of control, even if it wasn't, there was no way to invade this shroud, especially now that it was not Ye Feng who was driving this shroud, but a ghost. The side effects of the fierce ghost's revival had no effect at all.

Even as Yang Jian hesitated and thought for a moment.

The ghost with a face as dark as Ye Feng's moved again. Its movements were not particularly fast, even somewhat slow, but to anyone, this horror was unprecedented.

"Crack, crack, crack~!"

The jaw of this thing seemed to be dislocated, making a series of bone-cracking sounds.

Then, that dead gray mouth was forcibly pried open by something.

A rotten stench spread out, and inside the lips of this thing, a row of eerie and ferocious teeth were arranged in a crisscross pattern.

Seeing these teeth, Yang Jian immediately thought of the bite marks on the severed arm from before. It turned out that this thing had bitten it, and besides this ghost infant in front of him, the other ghost infants had no teeth. The ghost infants swallowed people.

And Yang Jian had seen these teeth before.

They belonged to the second ghost in Ye Feng's body.

These strange teeth could bite through the ghost domain, but the cost of using them was too great. Even Ye Feng himself rarely used them, but now they had fallen into the hands of the ghost infant, and with this shroud, it was simply despairing.

The mouth had opened to an unimaginable extent, and the rotten stench spread out. It seemed that this ghost wanted to bite Yang Jian's head off and eat it alive.

Startled, Yang Jian had no time to think about anything else. He desperately struggled to break free from the stiff, dark blue hand, then crouched down as much as possible to dodge the bite.

Perhaps because he was in his own ghost domain, both the ghost eye and this ghost were suppressed, and certain things had not been fully revealed.

His ordinary body actually broke free and successfully dodged the bite.

This dead Ye Feng bit into the ghost domain.

The crimson ghost domain was torn open, and the black and blue haze invaded through the opening, quickly darkening the surroundings.

"Yang Jian, let's go, we can't win." Zhang Han was desperately trying to control the uncontrollable ghost infant, but he was not Yan Li and did not have the kind of ghost blood that could restrain the ghost shadow, so at this moment, he felt that he was gradually being controlled by the ghost shadow.

Seeing Yang Jian's failure, he was now terrified.

"I can't run anymore. My ghost domain is out of control, and now I can't even get out of this ghost domain myself. It was already a desperate gamble, so there's no need to think so much. I can only fight for my life one more time."

Cold sweat covered Yang Jian's face, and he frantically retreated, hoping that this ghost thing wouldn't immediately catch up, giving himself a little chance.

He took out the ghost candle one last time.

He pinned all his hopes on it.

Suppress this ghost with the ghost candle and create one last chance.

"I'm almost out of control. This shadow has invaded my body, and it's controlling the ghost in my body." Zhang Han shouted frantically.

At this moment, a bloody arm had already reached out from behind him and grabbed his neck.

Although he was trying hard to control it, he could already feel that this ghost was about to strangle him to death.

"Give me a minute, no, thirty seconds, hold your breath and hold on for me."

Yang Jian roared, his hand trembling as he lit the last bit of the golden lighter.

There was about ten centimeters of the ghost candle left.

Although it looked like it could burn for another ten minutes, the more ghosts there were around, the faster it would burn. At this rate, it probably wouldn't last even two minutes.

"Hoo~!"

The eerie ghost fire of the ghost candle lit up in this crimson ghost domain.The flames at this moment surged like gasoline had been added, burning fiercely in an unreasonable manner.

"Let's do it again."

Holding the ghost candle, Yang Jian once again clenched the withered finger tightly and charged forward.

But before he could even take a step,

The ghost candle eerily shortened by a segment.

Ten centimeters were reduced to less than five.

Yang Jian glanced at it and, with horror, discovered several bite marks on the ghost candle. The ghost that looked like Ye Feng was moving its lips slightly, as if chewing on something.

My God.

This ghostly thing had actually eaten half of the ghost candle directly.

This special ghost candle, capable of blocking any ghostly attacks, not only failed to make the ghost retreat but was also being consumed as food.

Had its level of terror reached a point where all methods were incapable of suppression?

But no matter what, there was no turning back at this time. Even if it meant death, he had to fight this last battle.

Yang Jian watched the remaining ghost candle in his hand with trepidation. It was still burning, but the speed of the burn was alarmingly fast.

What was left probably wouldn't last a minute before extinguishing.

With the ghost candle that could go out at any moment, he rushed to the front of the ghost.

The flame of the ghost candle seemed to be affected, as if it was about to explode, burning even more fiercely.

The green ghost fire enveloped the ghost, which seemed to have become motionless, even the wriggling mouth stopped. The ghost candle's suppression of other ghosts seemed to still have a bit of effect, or perhaps the ghost had a stomachache from eating the ghost candle and felt uncomfortable.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and stabbed the withered finger at the ghost that looked exactly like Ye Feng once again.

This time he avoided the shroud and aimed for the ghost's neck.

But he knew that if the shroud was effective, it wouldn't matter where he stabbed; a gust of cold wind would block any attacked spot in advance, leaving no blind spots.

So now, he could only gamble, betting that the last burst of light from the ghost candle could still suppress the many ghosts around.

The withered finger had a section of pitch-black, curved nail, cold and hard.

At this moment, this strange nail pierced through the neck of the ghost in front of him like a small knife, tearing open a slit and stabbing in smoothly.

"Pfft~!"

It was like stabbing a knife into a piece of dead flesh.

Except for the last joint, the withered finger plunged entirely into the dark cyan flesh below, piercing through the ghost's throat.

Although ghosts cannot be killed, the throat is still a vulnerable part of the human body. If this action was not successful, then there would be nothing left to say.

"It went in." The desperate gamble was smoother than imagined.

When Yang Jian came to his senses, he had already let go of his hand and couldn't help but step back a few steps.

"Huff~!"

The last bit of the ghost candle had not completely burned out, but the flame on it was rapidly shrinking, and the ferocious burning speed had also slowed down.

It seemed that this change was a sign that the real danger had passed.

"Will it work?"

Staring at the ghost with a face of dark cyan that was Ye Feng, Yang Jian's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his whole body trembling, not knowing if it was from nervousness or fear.

The thing in front of him didn't move again.

If it could still move, it would mean the action had failed, and everyone present could only declare themselves dead.

"Yang, Yang Jian, don't worry about it, come help me." At this moment, Zhang Han's face was red with strain, emitting a difficult cry for help.

At this moment, his neck was being choked by two hands, one his own, and the other a bloody ghost hand extending from behind.

Both hands seemed to be out of his control, attacking him.

"Damn it." Yang Jian looked at the last bit of the ghost candle, his face suddenly changing as he hurriedly rushed over.

Zhang Han absolutely could not die, at least not at this time. If he died and the fierce ghost escaped, it would be another nightmare. Now, he was in no condition to deal with anything else.

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