Behind him, a cold breath came, and a human head with messy hair poked out from his shoulder, then twisted its neck continuously and stretched towards the copper coins on the ground.

The dead head with cold breathing seemed to have no arms, but its neck was constantly extending and elongating, making the sound of bones breaking and creaking.

"The fourth ghost also appeared."

I thought these were the only ghosts around, but just as Yang Jian was about to take action, he saw something in the darkness nearby quickly crawling towards this side.

At this moment, he felt that throwing the copper coin seemed to be a wrong decision.

This copper coin is like a white ghost candle, attracting all the ghosts hiding nearby.

"Since they appeared together, let's deal with them together, so as not to hide them around and make me scared." Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his ghostly hand and grabbed the dead head sticking out from behind his neck.

Then he raised the knife and dropped it.

The continuously stretched neck was cut off, and a cold human head was held in his hand.

Throwing the head away casually, Yang Jian's will-o'-the-wisps raged, wrapping up the terrifying figure that quickly crawled towards him, and then burned unbridled.

"Pin that hand for me."

Yang Jian then made a wish in a low voice and threw out the spear. He did not want the copper coins to be lost and stopped the arms that stretched out from below the deck.

The spear flew out, and with the ghostly wish, the spear accurately nailed the mud-covered arm.

In an instant, he stopped the three fierce ghosts from approaching.

The white-clothed and fuzzy ghost in front of him didn't care what was going on around him. He still bent over and slowly stretched out his hand towards the copper coin.
Chapter completed!