Chapter 179 - Chapter 179: Chapter 179 The Death of Wang Yue

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 The Death of Wang Yue

Exorcists who survive paranormal incidents are rarely simple characters.

Yang Jian didn’t underestimate Wang Yue, nor did he belittle him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have coerced Tong Qian into helping.

Just as the old hemp rope around Wang Yue’s neck eerily writhed and tightened once again, causing him excruciating pain, Yang Jian sensed something was terribly wrong.

This was the influence of employing the power of an Evil Ghost.

At that moment.

He suddenly felt a chilling coldness at his neck, the kind that made his pores shrink and his hairs stand on end in an instant.

Almost subconsciously, Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye flared open.

He didn’t have many Ghost Eyes left on his body.

Five eyes remained with the Ghost Shadow; currently, he only had the two Ghost Eyes at the front and back of his head.

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At this moment, both Ghost Eyes opened simultaneously, one looking ahead and the other behind.

But there was nothing out of the ordinary in either direction.

“Yang Jian, be careful,” Tong Qian suddenly cried out as if she saw something alarming.

The next moment.

Yang Jian felt a terrifying force at his neck, an intense sensation of suffocation and dizziness washing over him.

He looked down.

Somehow, a grass rope had found its way around his neck, with both ends hanging in mid-air as if invisible hands were pulling fiercely at it, intent on strangling him alive. Before he could even react, a cold numbness took over his neck as if he had lost all sensation.

“Not a pleasant feeling, is it, Yang Jian?”

Wang Yue stood up slowly, shaking his head; “Bound by the Ghost Rope, even an Evil Ghost can’t break free. Your control over two ghosts has only delayed the Evil Ghost’s revival. When it comes to a fight for survival, there’s not much difference whether one ghost or two are murdering.”

“It seems fitting to strangle you to death today since I can’t count on you to lead me out anymore.”

Yang Jian was choking and couldn’t speak; he was beginning to feel the lack of oxygen. If this continued, he would be strangled to death in less than five seconds.

However, at that moment, a slit opened on his neck, and his flesh was brutally torn open.

Two crimson Ghost Eyes burst forth, emitting a red glow.

Under the red light, the tightening grass rope gradually began to loosen.

“Hmm?” Wang Yue was taken aback by this development.

“Cough, cough cough.”

Yang Jian coughed painfully and felt his neck regaining some sensation, barely able to breathe.

“Is that… Ghost Eyes?” Wang Yue immediately noticed the eerie eyes on Yang Jian’s neck.

It was the power of the Ghost Eyes resisting the Ghost Rope.

“You think you can kill me so easily? You’re far too naive.”

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes appearing somewhat fierce due to congestion: “Indeed, it’s an unsolvable ability, without any signs. The force that tried to strangle me just now must have been a ghost, one that lives in this rope, unseen, without physical form.”

“But your ability is limited, that’s all you can do. After all, it’s just one ghost.”

“Is that so? I don’t believe it,” Wang Yue’s eyes revealed a hint of madness; “Let’s see who dies first.”

As his words fell, the rope around his neck tightened again.

“Crack, crack~!”

Yang Jian could even hear the sound of his neck bones breaking, and at the same time, he distinctly felt the grass rope around his neck constricting continuously.

The two Ghost Eyes couldn’t withstand the rope’s eerie strangulation.

“Fighting with your life on the line?” His gaze turned icy: “Trying to kill me before the Evil Ghost revives? Naive.”

He had figured out the consequence of using the Ghost Rope.

It kept tightening around Wang Yue’s own neck, inevitably going to strangle him to death one day.

But Wang Yue had already used the power of the Evil Ghost several times, and the rope around his neck was nearing its limit; such an action would likely bring death closer.

Yang Jian wouldn’t have things go as Wang Yue wished.

As the rope tightened once more, a pitch-black shadow stood up behind him.

It was like a person hidden in the shadows.

Except this person had a neck, but no head.

Headless Ghost Shadow.

This was the second ghost controlled by Yang Jian.

At this moment, as the Headless Ghost Shadow rose, its hands that seemed to be condensed from the darkness reached out to his neck, grabbing the grass rope, then started to yank it down, bit by bit.

The strange strength that was tightening around his neck couldn’t match the power of the Headless Ghost Shadow and began to rapidly loosen.

“No, it’s impossible.” Wang Yue’s eyes widened as he watched the rope around Yang Jian’s neck gradually loosen.

“There’s nothing impossible about it, my power over two ghosts is resisting your one ghost. If I lost, then what would be the point of me controlling two ghosts?” Yang Jian said.

At this moment, Wang Yue’s complexion had turned beet red; he felt as if his neck was about to be snapped.

The Evil Ghost’s power was backfiring on him.

“Since I can’t beat you, let’s die together. Even if I die due to the Evil Ghost’s resurrection, you won’t have it easy either,” Wang Yue said with an air of desperate defiance.

He had no way out. Yang Jian wasn’t planning to let him go; he had to do it.

The next moment.

Yang Jian saw Wang Yue’s skin gradually turning pale, like a bloodless corpse, his feet slowly lifted off the ground, and eventually, he was hanging in mid-air. Although he was still struggling, it was clear that the rope around his neck was about to strangle him to death.

There was a strong premonition.

As soon as he was strangled to death, Wang Yue would be replaced and become a substitute for a ghost.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian also felt that the Ghost Shadow behind him was struggling to grasp the rope around his neck.

If Wang Yue was killed by the ghost, then it was very likely that he would also end up accompanying him in death.

Yang Jian tried to move but found that even his movements seemed to be bound, his body stiff in place, unable to budge.

“At this moment, the one controlling the Ghost Rope is no longer Wang Yue, but that ghost… does it intend to fight to the death with me during the Evil Ghost’s resurrection? To drag me down with it?”

He immediately understood Wang Yue’s intent.

It was clear that he was seeking to take someone down with him in his last moments.

Unable to deal with Yang Jian himself, he had chosen to die at the hands of a resurrecting Evil Ghost, letting a real ghost confront Yang Jian, because even if Yang Jian controlled two ghosts, he couldn’t match a resurrected ghost without any restrictions, fully unleashed.

It certainly was a crazy, yet very effective method.

“Tong Qian, kill him now, or we’ll all die here,” Yang Jian immediately said.

He didn’t choose to fight to the death, but instead asked for Tong Qian’s help, as there was no need for him to overexert the power of the Evil Ghost against a ghost that was reviving.

“Fine.”

Tong Qian was somewhat decisive, immediately unleashing her long black hair, revealing a pale, androgynous Ghost Face on the back of her head.

The Ghost Face smiled, eerie and sinister.

“Giggle, giggle~!”

Ghost Face opened its mouth and let out a strange laugh towards Wang Yue, who was close to being strangled to death.

The next moment.

Wang Yue, whose neck had been hanging down, suddenly raised his head and smiled back at the Ghost Face with a laugh.

After that laugh, he immediately stopped breathing.

Wang Yue, now without breath, had his complexion frozen, still maintaining that smile, an expression eerily similar to that of the Ghost Face, both creepy and sinister.

“We did it, he’s dead,” Tong Qian turned around, covering the Ghost Face with her hair and once again tying it up in a ponytail.

“Of course he would die. The full force of the Evil Ghost was pressed upon me; killing him at this moment was as easy as pie,” Yang Jian said, feeling the pressure on his neck loosen a bit.

The Ghost Shadow suddenly yanked hard.

The Ghost Rope slipped off his neck and fell to the ground.

But it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And Wang Yue, still with that rigid smile on his face, hung eerily in mid-air, the other end of the rope tied to the nearby street light, his body swaying gently.

It looked as though he had died by hanging.

However, the next moment.

“Ah~!”

Screams came from behind, where the survivors were gathered near the car.

A survivor was suddenly bound by a rope made of grass that lifted off the ground and left them hanging in mid-air.

“What?” Tong Qian quickly turned around to look.

But she saw countless grass ropes hanging from the dark sky above, each with a noose at the top, swaying in the air; whenever they touched a person, they would bind tightly around the person’s neck as if they were sticky, hoisting them up from the ground.

In just a brief moment.

Four or five survivors were entangled by the Ghost Rope and began to struggle painfully in mid-air.

And as time passed, there were ropes hanging down the entire street, swaying gently, seemingly endless at a glance.

Every one of those ropes was like an Evil Ghost seeking lives, drifting through the city.

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