In the old, abandoned neighborhood, Yang Jian stood beside a black coffin, lighting a ghostly white candle, silently waiting for the ghost to appear.
Today, he was going to collect the corpse of that Republic of China Period elder, Meng Xiaodong.
If this hidden danger wasn't resolved, in the future, this ghost would inevitably cause a terrifying supernatural event.
As time slowly passed, the white Ghost Candle continued to burn.
Some movements began to manifest.
Yang Jian immediately heard heavy footsteps coming from the dilapidated, uninhabited old residential building beside him, as if another long-deceased corpse was stirring to life again. Accompanied by these heavy footsteps, the surrounding air seemed to grow even colder.
This chill was an illusion, a supernatural power so strong it began to affect human perception.
"In the building? No, there's another noise." Suddenly, Yang Jian's gaze shifted.
