Ye Zhen stood there like a fool, unmoving, his eyes vacant, his mouth opening and closing as if speaking, yet not a sound came out. Opposite him, a terrifying puppet corpse, with pitch-black eyes, also stood motionless with its mouth open, seemingly speaking as well.
A human and a ghost stared at each other, exchanging communication that had already been ongoing for some time.
Yang Jian, seeing this scene, had no choice but to stay alert, ensuring that Ye Zhen wouldn't be attacked by other ghosts.
Fortunately, after that puppet corpse ceased its actions, the ghost that had been stripped from its body quickly fell into a dormant state, showing no signs of activity, not even the pale, withered human leg that had protruded from the fourth room moved.
