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Has Yang Jian gone mad?
He has not.
He was simply betting, betting that his conjecture was correct.
Previously, he had been hesitant to decide, which led to the actions that disrupted the balance, but there was a mystery in dealing with the old lady.
Why did the old lady mislead them with a cough?
If the Sick Ghost really existed, then such behavior would equate to her actively breaking the balance, which clearly did not match the previous situation.
Despite the doubts, now was not the time to think about that; the current priority was figuring out how to stay alive.
"It's coming out~!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath as he watched the black shadow emerging from the golden box before him.
The shadow transformed on the ground, like a wisp of black smoke with no definite shape, seemingly just a shadow.
"What kind of ghost is this?"
Zhang Yiming was on full alert, ready to use the power of the Vicious Ghost at any moment.
