"Are things settled?"
Lying on the ground, Yan Li looked at the disappearing Hao Shaowen and his party, somewhat astonished he looked toward Yang Jian.
"Jesus, you better not talk, you're too weak. As a ghost handler, to be nailed to the ground by a bunch of people like this, and to be beaten at will—if word of this got out, it would be a shame for a ghost handler like myself," Yang Jian said, sitting on the sofa and eating a Fun Egg with a small spoon.
"By the way, it's chocolate-flavored. Do you want some?"
He scooped a spoonful and extended it toward Yan Li.
"...Could you not release me first?" Yan Li said.
"Wait a moment, let the thing inside me calm down a bit before we do that. I can't be sure if coming into contact with your blood will stimulate it," Yang Jian said with his eyes closed.
While he seemed to be enjoying the treat, he actually felt the eye within his body writhing, some strange force brewing.
This feeling... was the ghost's resurrection.
