The missionaryâs expression was numb at the moment, staring blankly at Yang Jian, filled with apprehension. He knew that at this point, trying to take down Wang Chaling was no longer a feasible task. The most important thing now was to get away in time, avoiding entanglement, or else another King might die today.
Thus, the missionary had no intention of confronting Yang Jian, only wishing to seize any opportunity to escape.
But reality seemed unlikely to align with his wishes. Since Yang Jian had already fixed his gaze on him, how could he let him slip away easily? If it were possible to eliminate the missionary here, it would undoubtedly be a good thing.
Yang Jian also began to pay attention to the second King present here.
The pair of twin girls.
Rather than calling them girls, theyâd be more aptly described as two identical doll-like figures, with their ghastly white skin and large dark eye sockets, appearing entirely unlike living beings.
Although bearing the image of girls, those hailed as Kings within the King Organization are definitely not simple.
âI havenât dealt with these things before, completely uninformed about its intelligence.â Yang Jian thought quietly to himself.
At that moment, the heavily injured Wang Chaling seemed to read Yang Jianâs mind, reminding him: âYang Jian, kill this missionary first. The twins are extremely troublesome and not worth wasting time on. I made such a mistake at first, which cost me the chance to eliminate others. Donât make the same mistake as meâŠâ
âYou sure talk a lot of nonsense.â
The missionary didnât want Wang Chaling to continue speaking, compelled to take action against him. Although he might not be able to kill Wang Chaling, at least he could make him stay quiet for a while.
The old book in his hand flipped open again, revealing a blank page. Soon, Wang Chalingâs likeness began to appear on that blank page, but it didnât fully form, only a head appeared with its mouth open, poised to speak.
As the drawing took shape, Wang Chalingâs voice suddenly disappeared, as if it had been stripped away by some invisible supernatural power, rendering him incapable of making any sound.
âYou dare to make a move right in front of me?â Yang Jianâs face remained cold as he attacked again, ignoring the presence of the twins this time.
Since Wang Chaling advised him not to bother, it indicated that the threat posed by this pair of twins wasnât significant enough to warrant spending extra time and energy on them. Hence, he aimed to eliminate the missionary as swiftly as possible.
Almost instantly.
Fierce ghost flames once again enveloped the missionary, the terrifying blaze scorching him, causing his icy body to turn bright red immediately, and then once more turning it charred and black. Intense pain began to spread continuously.
âDamn it, not this again. Canât you try something else?â The missionary gritted his teeth in frustration.
He knew that the ghost flame released by Yang Jian wasnât actually meant to kill him, but to confine the room, preventing any escape.
Despite being an old tactic, the ghost flameâs confinement was undeniably effective, capable of interfering with supernatural forces, and even making it impossible to utilize a Ghost Domain under its cover. One couldnât remain too long in the midst of the ghost flame, or risk being set on fire, leading to disastrous consequences.
For the missionary, however, these were minor problems. The real threat was Yang Jian seizing the opportunity to attack, just as before, dismembering him into two pieces in a single strike.
That time was merely a probe without any lethal intent, but this timeâŠ
âStop him, donât let him get close.â The missionary, both shocked and anxious, sought aid from the twins.
With his words echoing, the pair of twins eerily appeared hand-in-hand in front of the missionary, like a human wall, attempting to block the impending danger.
But in the next moment.
A black ghost shadow extended seemingly from nowhere, covering the ground. All media were triggered at this moment, including the missionary and the twin girls in front of him.
Once the medium appeared, Yang Jianâs firewood knife immediately came down.
In the blink of an eye, the eerie twin girls suddenly stiffened in place. A scarlet wound appeared on their necks, and as it tore open, red flesh was exposed. Subsequently, the flesh rolled upward, and the helpless heads slipped away from the neck, rolling onto the ground with a thud.
âWhat?â The missionaryâs eyes narrowed.
âPerhaps you should pay more attention to yourself.â Yang Jianâs cold voice echoed again.
Before the words were fully spoken, the missionary realized his own anomaly. Instinctively, he clasped his neck, but a strand of blood began to seep uncontrollably through his fingers, indicating that the twin girls had not completely blocked the supernatural assault.
Or rather, Yang Jianâs supernatural attack could not be blocked.
âIf thereâs no escape, then Iâll fight here with you.â
The missionary felt in horror that he was rapidly losing feeling in his body, and the wound on his neck couldnât heal.
It was as if an invisible curse was interfering with everything, preventing his recovery.
At this moment, he no longer dared to seal himself, otherwise his consciousness would dissipate from repeated attempts, and he couldnât withstand Yang Jianâs successive supernatural attacks. So rather than being exhausted to death here, it was better to launch a desperate counterattack. Maybe this way there would still be a chance, because after all, Yang Jian is just one person.
With no hope of escape, the preacher chose to fight desperately.
His mouth rapidly widened as if torn open, emitting an eerie sound from the depths of his throat, resembling the wailing of a ghastly spirit, which sent shivers down oneâs spine. Moreover, as this sound emerged, the surrounding flames started extinguishing at a visibly rapid pace.
At the same time, the old book in the preacherâs hand began to rapidly decay.
Page after page withered away.
Yet, as the thick tome rotted and weathered, some terrifying supernatural entities sealed within those pages were released.
A series of horrifying apparitions started appearing around the preacher.
âDesperate? But what good is desperation now.â Yang Jianâs ghost eyes suddenly opened, red light covering everything, directly initiating a six-layer Ghost Domain.
Under the coverage of this Ghost Domain, even a ghastly spirit would be temporarily stalled. Now, with multiple ghost eyes malfunctioning, Yang Jian could sustain the six-layer Ghost Domain for a long time. Therefore, without his ghost eyes being sealed, the opponent couldnât possibly overcome the layers of Ghost Domain to defeat Yang Jian.
Thus, desperation was just a meaningless action.
Scarlet light enveloped, directly consuming the preacher.
And at the instant the red light engulfed him, a rusty coffin nail appeared out of thin air, piercing directly into the preacherâs forehead, skewering his entire head.
The preacher was momentarily stunned, eyes wide with disbelief.
The next moment.
The red light disappeared, along with the preacherâs head.
Yang Jian, holding the preacherâs head, looked behind him.
The creepy twins whom he had dismembered earlier had now restored themselves, eerily staring at him, as though the attack with the Firewood Knife had been completely ineffective against them.
âAll right, the preacher is finished.â
Wang Chaling watched as Yang Jian quickly resolved the fight, holding the preacherâs head, and couldnât resist cheering.
His voice also returned now, because the preacherâs desperate attempt had completely released all the supernatural things sealed in that old book, including his voice.
âHeâs not dead yet. This guy is an anomaly; heâs just been imprisoned by me with a coffin nail.â Yang Jian said casually, âNow we have to deal with someone else.â
âYang Jian, the twins cannot be killed. We shouldnât linger here; we need to leave quickly. We canât stay too long in this building, or all the ghosts here will start targeting us, making it very hard to leave,â Wang Chaling immediately said.
âLike this?â Yang Jian furrowed his brows.
Being stared at by such an eerie pair of twin girls was truly unsettling, but Wang Chalingâs intelligence was indeed correctâhis actions earlier were proof.
Fortunately, the twins had a lower level of danger; it seemed difficult for them to kill a captain.
âYouâre right, letâs leave for now.â Without hesitation, Yang Jian prepared to withdraw with Wang Chaling.
âFirst help me rescue my grandparents. They are trapped inside this building. If we donât rescue them, our Wang Family will be ruined,â Wang Chaling said.
Yang Jian frowned: âYou killed a King only enough to redeem yourself. Now not only have I saved you, but I also need to help you save your missing grandparents? Youâll have to kill another King to settle this.â
âDeal.â Wang Chaling agreed without delay.
âThen letâs go.â
Yang Jian immediately took him and quickly left the room.
Sure enough, as soon as they left, Yang Jian saw a terrifying figure wandering towards them in the corridor.
It was not a living human, but a bona fide ghost.
This building seemed to prohibit living people from remaining here for long; if they stayed too long, the ghosts inside the building would forever keep them here.
Earlier, no danger had occurred because the Wang Familyâs two generations had all been consumed inside this place; otherwise, it wouldnât have been so calm.
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