"Gone?"
Yang Jian had been standing by the window for a long time.
Only after the murky Ghost Domain had completely disappeared did his tense body begin to relax.
"Lucky it was just passing through, otherwise I'd have had to slip away. Nobody can touch a ghost of that level without dying. But from what I saw before, although the ghost wasn't contained or imprisoned, it seemed to be somewhat restricted. Otherwise, its hands wouldn't have deliberately crossed through each other... It must be that the ghost master has figured out that ghost's method of killing."
"The candelabrum forged from gold nailed the ghost's hands together, thereby restricting some of its abilities."
"But, what about the candles stuck in that candelabrum?"
Yang Jian furrowed his brow: "The candles and the candelabrum are one and the same, both man-made, and they were even lit... It seems to have a repressive effect on the ghost? Or is it a marker, leading the ghost in a certain direction?"
