At this moment, Yang Jian was unable to move, his body fully commandeered by Ghost Shadow, which was invading his consciousness, even though it was protected by the Eight-Tone Music Box.
A different kind of confrontation was ongoing.
But this confrontation occurred at the most inopportune time.
For now, the menacing ghost from room 301 appeared right beside him.
The ghost looked like an eerie old man with a translucent body in shades of black and white.
This old man did nothing to Yang Jian, merely standing still after approaching, with a numb gaze staring rigidly.
Consequently, Yang Jian's body seemed to be peeling away from this world, swiftly losing its color.
Conversely.
The old man's body became more and more substantial, with the black and white fading away, regaining the skin tone of a normal human, even the clothes took on some of their antique hues.
Yang Jian felt neither pain nor anything abnormal.
