The gloom was more oppressive than the darkness, and Yang Jian had no idea what was around him; he couldn't hear a thing, couldn't see a thing,
At this moment, his Ghost Eye, capable of piercing through darkness, was as good as blind and of no critical use.
It seems the Ghost Eye hadn't revived. Dealing with this situation was still a struggle.
Or perhaps, under these circumstances, it wasn't just the Ghost Eye—anything less than fully functional felt significantly constrained.
Just as Zhao Kaiming had said, the fierce ghost was only a piece of the puzzle; Yang Jian might now be facing either a complete puzzle or one nearing completion.
"Tap, tap tap."
The sound of dress shoes walking across the floor suddenly erupted.
After half an hour of waiting, just when Yang Jian decided to purposely expose a flaw, there finally came a noise.
"It's approaching me," Yang Jian suddenly looked in the direction of the sound.
