The lights were blazing bright, yet Dachuan City was eerily quiet, as if the entire city had been emptied, not a living soul on the streets or roads, devoid of any vitality.
The snuffing out of the supernatural sources had a profound impact.
Many bizarre beings collapsed to the ground as their supernatural powers failed them, their heads rolling off to leave behind headless corpses.
Meanwhile.
Inside a private jet at the airport.
Yang Jian stared thoughtfully at the box before him, lost in contemplation.
Inside the box was the head of the Headless Ghost Shadow.
This had been sufficiently confirmed.
The one responsible for severing the head of the Ghost Shadow was none other than the cursed Firewood Knife currently in Yang Jian's hand.
A ghost, split in two.
Like disassembling a puzzle, it rendered the ghost incomplete, simultaneously lessening the degree of horror of the malevolent spirit, which is greatly beneficial for ghost tamers in confining them.
But similarly.
