Distinct footsteps echoed from outside the body bag.
They started from afar and gradually approached where Yang Jian lay.
After spending a long time in this eerie calm, Yang Jian knew all too well what the sudden appearance of footsteps meant.
Although he wanted to go out and see, to verify which ghost was outside,
the risk was too high, and it kept Yang Jian from acting rashly.
He wasn't afraid of the Headless Ghost Shadow, nor was he scared of the mysterious and sinister Sick Ghost in the village, but what he truly dreaded was the Vicious Ghost capable of easily killing a ghost hunter. The existence of that ghost was always a mystery; no one had seen it because those who had likely died.
No one had encountered it either.
Because those who encountered it also died.
The only way to understand that ghost was by inferring from the deaths of three ghost hunters.
