Chapter 85

Damn, really damn.

If Yang Jian could swear, he would definitely be cursing right now.

He clearly did nothing, yet out of all the people in the village, they had to come for him.

It was bad enough that they came for him, but they had to come when he was in the most awkward situation.

Ever since he got the Ghost Eye, he would almost always be paralyzed for one or two hours every night, and with the increasing use of the Ghost Eye, the duration of paralysis was gradually increasing.

However, this side effect was somewhat acceptable to him, after all, ordinary people sleep for eight hours every day.

But what Yang Jian couldn't accept was being visited by a ghost during the time when he couldn't control his body.

In the darkness, although it was hard to see clearly, the creaking sound of the door opening was particularly clear.

He could almost see a tall, dark figure standing motionless at his door.

From the vague outline, he could tell that this was definitely not the old man Liu Genrong from the daytime... but a very, very unfamiliar person.

It didn't seem like anyone from the village.

It was as if this person had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

After the door opened.

The tall, blurry figure standing at the door did not continue to linger outside but stepped in, one heavy step at a time.

This heavy footsteps didn't sound like those of a living person, but rather like a stiff, cold corpse.

Yang Jian was now staring intently at the direction from which the footsteps came, his face drenched in cold sweat.

He wanted to get up, but the Ghost Eye still had control over his body.

"Calm down, calm down... even if it's really a ghost, it doesn't necessarily mean it will attack me. If I don't meet the conditions for the ghost to kill, it will just pass by."

Since he couldn't move, he forced himself to stay calm and composed.

He had encountered ghosts of high terror levels before; with good luck, he might not die.

"It has stopped."

Suddenly, Yang Jian heard the footsteps stop again.

Right next to his bed.

Less than two meters away.

He could even feel a cold, chilling aura gradually enveloping him, and with each breath, a damp, decaying smell wafted over.

This aura and smell.

Without a doubt... it was definitely a ghost.

"Why did it stop? Is it waiting for the right time, or did I not meet its conditions for killing...?" Yang Jian felt his whole body trembling. If it weren't for his previous encounters with ghosts, he would have already fainted from fear.

Being so close to an unknown, highly terrifying ghost, less than two meters away.

Worse still, he couldn't move at all.

Even a ghost of the lowest terror level could easily kill him.

In the dark room, the unknown ghost and the paralyzed Yang Jian seemed to be in a standoff.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

The only sound was Yang Jian's slightly heavy breathing; otherwise, there was complete silence.

But the lack of movement didn't mean there was no danger.

As long as the ghost was still in the room and hadn't left, Yang Jian's life was hanging by a thread.

Even being a Ghost Master offered no guarantee.

"What is its purpose here? To kill me? No, if it wanted to kill me, I would already be dead. I'm definitely not its primary target, so is it here to monitor me?"

Yang Jian blinked, cold sweat trickling into his eyes. "This is very likely, but a real ghost wouldn't be so bored as to monitor someone."

"Unless it's a Ghost Slave."

"A ghost that has a Ghost Slave must have a Ghost Domain, typically classified as A, the same level as the door-knocking ghost."

"If it's a ghost of this level, the Huanggang Village incident must be abandoned; this is not something I can handle."

But just as Yang Jian was lost in thought.

The footsteps in the room moved again.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

It didn't head towards Yang Jian's bed but circled around the foot of the bed and opened a wardrobe.

"That's..." Yang Jian's eyes suddenly narrowed.

There wasn't much in the wardrobe, only some things he had prepared for his trip to Huanggang Village.

Although they were expensive, they were useless to a ghost.

"Could it be a Ghost Master from the Roach Club trying to steal my things?" This thought crossed Yang Jian's mind.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be the worst outcome.

At least he would be facing a Ghost Master, not a real ghost.

"Clank!"

A sound like a stone hitting metal echoed clearly in the room.

"Clank! Clank!"

One after another, heavy and forceful, striking in a fixed pattern.

This sound was...

Yang Jian recalled that the only thing in his backpack that could make this sound was one thing.

The golden box containing the headless ghost.

"Damn it, this ghost is smashing the golden box containing the headless ghost." He was terrified, a chill running through his body.

Does this ghost want to release the headless ghost?

"Absolutely, absolutely cannot let it release the headless ghost. Once the headless ghost is out, it's all over." Yang Jian began to struggle desperately, trying to regain control of his body.

The headless ghost was one he had personally imprisoned.

He knew very well the abilities of this ghost. Once released, it would immediately take over his body.

If the headless ghost obtained his Ghost Eye, it would have a Ghost Domain, and an unlimited one at that.

Its terror level would skyrocket, rivaling the door-knocking ghost.

No one in Huanggang Village would survive, and the few people from the Roach Club would all become prey for the headless ghost.

If the headless ghost were to form a body made of ghosts, Yang Jian didn't know how the world would face this ghost.

"I must find a way to stop it, I must."

He gritted his teeth, trying to fight against the Ghost Eye in his body to regain control.

As long as he could move, he could immediately take the golden box and use the Ghost Domain to leave, far from this ghost.

No matter what, as long as the headless ghost wasn't released, there was still a chance to turn things around.

"Clank! Clank!"

But the striking sounds continued one after another.

Yang Jian felt this sound was even more terrifying than the ghost knocking on the door. He didn't know how many strikes the box could withstand.

It might take dozens of strikes to completely open the golden box.

Or it might just take one.

As long as a small crack appeared in the box, the headless ghost would be free, and then the worst-case scenario would unfold.

He was still struggling to get up from the bed.

But reality didn't give him that chance.

No matter how much Yang Jian struggled, he couldn't regain control of his body.

Human will and spirit were incredibly fragile in the face of a ghost.

The time hadn't come for the Ghost Eye to return control of the body to Yang Jian.

However.

There were not just three ghosts in the room.

There was another...

In the opened wardrobe.

A piece of human skin paper moved on its own, slowly floating down, whether by coincidence or on purpose.

In the darkness, the human skin paper accurately covered the deformed golden box that was being struck.

The striking sound suddenly stopped.

Everything around them fell back into a suffocating silence.

"Stopped, stopped? Why?"

Yang Jian didn't know the real situation; he only knew that the striking sound had stopped.

Could the box already be open?

The cessation of the sound brought him no joy, only more fear.

If the box was really open, it meant that a headless ghost was standing right next to his bed.