Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 179: The Death of Wang Yue

Not many ghost tamers who can survive supernatural events are simple.

Yang Jian did not underestimate Wang Yue, nor did he underestimate him, otherwise he would not have forced Tong Qian to help.

Just when the old hemp rope on Wang Yue's neck suddenly moved strangely and shrank on his neck, when he was tired and in pain, Yang Jian sensed something was wrong.

This is the effect of using the power of a fierce ghost.

At this moment.

He suddenly felt a cold chill at his neck, which made his pores shrink instantly and his hair stand on end.

Almost instinctively, Yang Jian's ghost eyes opened wide.

He doesn't have many ghost eyes left.

Five eyes stayed on the ghost shadow, currently only the front and back of the brain have ghost eyes.

At this moment, these two ghost eyes opened at the same time, one eye looking forward and one eye looking backward.

But there was no abnormality in both directions.

"Yang Jian, be careful." Tong Qian seemed to see something and reminded him suddenly.

The next moment.

Yang Jian felt a terrifying force coming from his neck, a strong suffocating and dizzy feeling.

He lowered his head and took a look.

At some point, a grass rope was tied around his neck, with the ends of the rope hanging in mid-air, as if an invisible hand was pulling the rope fiercely, trying to strangle him to death. Before he could react, he felt a coldness at his neck, as if he had lost consciousness.

"The feeling of suffocation is not pleasant, right, Yang Jian."

Wang Yue slowly stood up, "Being bound by a ghost rope, even a fierce ghost can't break free. You have tamed two ghosts, but it only delays the revival of the fierce ghost. When it comes to fighting for your life, there is not much difference between killing with one ghost and killing with two ghosts."

"Today, I will strangle you like this. I don't expect you to take me out anyway."

At this moment, Yang Jian couldn't speak due to suffocation. He was already starting to feel short of breath, and if this continued, he would be strangled to death in less than five seconds.

However, at this moment, a crack appeared on his neck, and the flesh was torn apart.

Two crimson ghost eyes suddenly appeared, emitting red light.

Under the red light, the tightly bound grass rope slowly loosened.

"Huh?" Wang Yue was shocked to see this.

"Cough, cough."

Yang Jian coughed painfully, feeling some sensation returning to his neck, and he could barely breathe.

"Is that... the power of the ghost eyes?" Wang Yue immediately noticed the two strange eyes on Yang Jian's neck.

It was the power of the ghost eyes resisting the ghost rope.

"Do you think it's that easy to kill me? You are too naive."

Yang Jian raised his head, his eyes looked fierce due to some congestion, "It is indeed an unsolvable ability, with no signs at all. The force that wanted to strangle me just now should be a ghost, a ghost parasitic in this rope, an invisible ghost with no physical existence."

"But your abilities are limited, and this is all you can do. After all, you are just a ghost."

"Is that so? I don't believe it." Wang Yue's eyes showed a hint of madness, "Let's see who dies first."

As soon as his voice fell, the rope wrapped 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 clearly felt the grass rope on his neck tightening continuously.

The two ghost eyes couldn't resist the strangeness of the rope.

"Trying your best?" His gaze turned cold, "You want to kill me before the fierce ghost revives? How naive."

He saw the consequence of using this ghost rope.

It would continuously tighten around Wang Yue's neck, and one day it would strangle him to death.

But Wang Yue had already used the power of the fierce ghost multiple times before, and the rope on his neck was almost at its limit. If it continued like this, he would probably be close to death.

Yang Jian would not let it happen as Wang Yue wished.

When the rope tightened again, a dark shadow behind him stood up.

Like a person hidden in the shadows.

But this person only had a neck and no head.

Headless ghost shadow.

This is the second ghost that Yang Jian tamed.

At this moment, after the headless ghost shadow stood up, the pair of hands that seemed to be condensed from darkness slowly reached his neck, grabbing the grass rope, and then pulled it down.

The strange force that was strangling him couldn't resist the power of the headless ghost shadow, and it began to loosen quickly.

"No, it's impossible." Wang Yue looked at the loosening rope on Yang Jian's neck, his eyes widened.

"There is nothing impossible. The power of my two ghosts is resisting your one ghost. If I lose, what's the point of taming two ghosts?" Yang Jian said.

At this moment, Wang Yue's face had turned red, and he felt that his neck was about to be strangled.

The power of the fierce ghost was backlashing him.

"Since I can't beat you, let's die together. Even if I die from the revival of the fierce ghost, you won't have it easy either." Wang Yue made a desperate move.

He had no way out. Yang Jian didn't intend to let him go, so he could only do this.

The next moment.

Yang Jian saw that the color of Wang Yue's body gradually turned pale, like a lifeless corpse, and his feet slowly stood up, and finally hung in mid-air. Although he was still struggling, it could be seen that the rope on his neck was about to strangle him.

There was a strong premonition.

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

At the same time, Yang Jian also felt that the ghost shadow behind him couldn't hold onto the rope around his neck.

Once Wang Yue was killed by a ghost, he would most likely be buried with him.

Yang Jian wanted to move, but found that at this moment, even his movements seemed to be bound, and his body was stiff in place, unable to move.

"At this moment, the one controlling the ghost rope is no longer Wang Yue, but that ghost... He wants to kill me desperately before the fierce ghost revives, and drag me to death with him."

He immediately understood Wang Yue's intention.

It was obvious that he wanted to drag someone down before he died.Unable to deal with Yang Jian himself, he chose to die through the revival of the fierce ghost, letting a real ghost deal with Yang Jian. Even if Yang Jian controlled two ghosts, he was no match for a fully revived, unrestricted ghost.

Indeed, it was a crazy yet effective plan.

"Tong Qian, kill him now, or we'll all die here," Yang Jian immediately said.

He chose not to fight to the death, but to let Tong Qian help. There was no need for him to overuse the power of the fierce ghost to fight a reviving ghost.

"Okay."

Tong Qian was also somewhat decisive. She immediately let down her jet-black hair, and a pale, androgynous ghost face appeared behind her head.

The ghost face was smiling, eerie and wicked.

"Hee, hee hee~!"

The ghost face opened its mouth and let out a strange laugh at Wang Yue, who was about to be strangled to death.

The next moment.

Wang Yue, whose neck was hanging down, suddenly raised his head and also showed a smile to the ghost face, laughing softly.

After the laugh, he immediately stopped breathing.

Wang Yue, who was no longer breathing, had a stiff face, still maintaining that smile. This smile was identical to the smile on the ghost face, eerie and wicked.

"He's dead, we succeeded," Tong Qian turned around, covered the ghost face with her hair, and tied her hair back into a ponytail.

"Of course he would die. The power of the fierce ghost was all pressed on me. Killing him at this time was a piece of cake," Yang Jian felt the force on his neck loosen at this moment.

The ghost shadow suddenly pulled.

The ghost rope slipped off his neck and fell to the ground.

But it disappeared immediately.

However, Wang Yue, who died with a stiff smile, was eerily suspended in mid-air, with one end of the rope tied to a nearby street lamp, his body swaying in the air.

It looked like he had hanged himself.

But the next moment.

"Ah~!"

A scream came from the survivors gathered by the car.

A survivor was suddenly tied around the neck by a grass rope and lifted off the ground, hanging in mid-air.

"What?" Tong Qian turned her head sharply.

She saw countless grass ropes hanging down from the dark sky. Each rope had a noose at the top, swaying in mid-air. As soon as it touched a person, it would stick to them like glue, tying around their neck and lifting them off the ground.

In just a moment.

Four or five survivors were entangled by the ghost ropes, hanging in mid-air and struggling painfully.

And as time passed, ropes were hanging down all over the street, swaying. At a glance, there seemed to be no end in sight.

Each rope was like a life-seeking evil ghost, drifting in this city.