During the rest time before heading to Dadong City, Yang Jian once again checked his current state.
He woke up today and hastily dealt with several ghost tamers. Although he has been resurrected, he doesn't know in what form he has returned to life.
He does not have a thorough understanding of his own situation.
He slightly bowed his head to look at his shadow beneath his feet.
The tall, black shadow was cold and eerie, and on the face of the Ghost Shadow, the outline of a blood-red human face was imprinted.
The outline of that face was exactly the same as Yang Jian's, resembling a lifelike portrait as if someone had torn off a person's face and pasted it there.
"A blood-stained old newspaper?" Yang Jian murmured thoughtfully.
After he woke up, the blood-stained old newspaper shattered, but the supernatural power did not disappear; instead, it was inherited by the Ghost Shadow.
The Eight-Tone Music Box also shattered.
