In the dimly lit restaurant, bodies that had long since perished were suspended in mid-air by old, worn straw ropes. Each corpse bore a sinister smile, and their ashen eyes were wide open, uniformly focusing on Yang Jian and Xiong Wenwen's direction, emitting a creepy, strange laughter.
From his initial encounter with Tong Qian, it was known that this kind of Ghost Face-like laughter was lethal: Ordinary people who heard it needed only a few seconds to die with a smiling face.
Perhaps even a ghost manipulator could not withstand the curse of such laughter.
It was just like the wailing of the Crying Tomb Ghost.
To avoid being killed by this cursed laughter, the only option was to completely block one's ears, better yet to become deaf. As long as not the slightest sound could be heard, then you would be safe.
The moment Yang Jian heard this laughter inside the Ghost Domain, he knew things were not good.
