Chapter 561 Conjecture

The breathing was heavy and rushed.

Wang Quan felt almost drained; in the brief dozen or so seconds just now, he had truly walked a fine line between life and death. Had Yang Jian moved a bit slower or failed to block the ghost behind him, he would undoubtedly be dead by now.

It was too easy for a ghost to kill an ordinary person, and he was acutely aware of this.

"Did, did it work?" Wang Quan's throat felt dry, making it difficult to speak.

One of Yang Jian's hands was holding the frame; he looked at the ghost painting that no longer exhibited any abnormalities and calmly said, "It's mostly dealt with. The ghost painting has been suppressed by me. As long as I don't let go, no oddities will occur with this thing."

"That's good."

Wang Quan touched the cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "As long as the task is completed, that's what matters. We owe it to Mister Yang this time. The losses are much less than I had imagined."