On the deserted streets, there were originally only Yang Jian, Tong Qian, and a few other survivors preparing to leave, but the area changed with the death of Wang Yue,
On the road devoid of people, countless old, corpse-smelling ropes, each with a noose at its end, hung down from the dim sky above. These ropes drifted in every corner of the Ghost Domain, sometimes beside the road, sometimes within shops, and sometimes even inside vehicles.
And the sheer number of ropes hanging down was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Without counting, one could tell at a glance there were at least tens of thousands of ropes, and the number seemed to be increasing.
This was an ability that the deceased Wang Yue could not possibly achieve.
He could probably only control a few ropes.
"Wang Yue is dead, the fierce ghost inside him has resurrected," Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and immediately understood the situation upon seeing this.
