I don't know if it was the remaining instinct that was causing trouble, or if Yang Jian stole some kind of memory fragment from this corpse that didn't belong to him.

The corpse had just been mastered, and Yang Jian seemed to know how to use it. He slowly stretched out his hand covered with corpse spots and wrinkles, and shook his palm at the ghost next to the coffin.

It seemed as if he was saying goodbye to this evil ghost, and it seemed that he was triggering a terrifying murder pattern.

The ghost in front of me was disappearing quickly like a scene that had been erased.

This kind of erasure is somewhat similar to the old woman's erasure, but it is completely different.

It seems that this kind of erasure is even more terrifying, like wiping away dirt on a piece of glass. Not even a ghost can resist it.

The erased ghost apparently disappeared.

No trace was left behind.

"How powerful were the top ghost masters during the Republic of China? They could forcibly erase traces of the supernatural." Such an idea came to Yang Jian's mind inexplicably.

He still didn't know how much supernatural power the corpse contained. He just relied on the corpse's instinct and some remaining memory fragments to follow suit.
Chapter completed!