"Did it work?"
Wang Xiaoming felt a flash before his eyes and entered into a red world.
It was still the hospital, the same ward, but the gloomy atmosphere had vanished, and the terrifying figures around had disappeared without a trace.
He wasn't surprised; his research into fierce ghosts was deeper than anyone's, and he knew he had been forcibly brought into the Ghost Domain by Yang Jian.
"I don't know if it can be considered a success, I only temporarily dealt with a rather powerful ghost, but I can be sure, it's definitely not the Source Ghost—those things outside are still there."
Yang Jian's expression was grave, "Although we won this time, we also lost."
What he meant by winning was only this one time; losing meant losing the whole situation.
