Watching the ghost that looked identical to the captain grasp the flying red lance and step closer and closer over the Ghost Lake, Yang Jian's heart sank, and a strong sense of crisis surged within him.
This ghost's Terror Level had already exceeded what he could handle; his deadly supernatural attacks were easily blocked, and even his supernatural weapon was taken.
Without this supernatural weapon, Yang Jian essentially lost his greatest mode of attack.
"This ghost is clearly coming after me, and it doesn't follow the killing patterns of ghosts. Otherwise, it wouldn't hold onto my supernatural weapon like this. My prior thoughts were correct, this captain is a ghost with the consciousness of a living person."
Yang Jian took a deep breath, and various response methods began to emerge in his mind.
