In the darkness, a series of urgent footsteps and panting echoes resonated as Yang Jian pulled Zhang Lei along, leading the others quickly away.
Away from that ghastly figure shrouded in deathly blackness, standing before them.
That was true terror.
Moreover, reckless contact would bring unexpected changes; even the rules of how fierce ghosts killed could be altered.
"Has it not followed us?" As they fled, Yang Jian used his ghost eye to glance back.
The ghost had not caught up.
This was not due to the ghost's mercy, nor was it the effect of the Ghost Candle, much less good luck on their part. It was because after Yang Jian and Zhang Lei reconvened, the number of ghosts changed. At this moment, the condition of being alone was no longer satisfied, and they would be safe for a while.
Until the number was broken again, or the ghost underwent some kind of unforeseen ghastly change.
They ran without stopping.
