Chen Qiaoyang paid the price of three ghosts to hold down Yang Jian.
At least, that's what he believed.
The Yang brat may be fierce, but with the Coffin Nail out of his hands and two ghosts suppressed, it was impossible for him to muster the strength to strike again. And even if he had other tricks up his sleeve, Chen still had one ghost left to use.
Moreover, if he could just hang on for a while longer and retrieve that Coffin Nail to release the pinned ghost, the tide of this battle would instantly turn in his favor.
The action had to be fast.
Because this place wasn't far from the ancient mansion, and the Wang Family's third generation was still nearby. If they got involved, he'd really be done for.
Just freed from trouble only to die immediately? If the old hands in the business heard of this, they'd laugh their heads off.
"Chen Qiaoyang..."
However, a strange yet familiar voice suddenly appeared behind him, as if someone he knew was calling him from nearby.
