In the deathly silent and old wooden house, Yang Jian's voice echoed, and his response was unexpected.
"All the same? What do you mean by that?" the mysterious and eerie old man continued to ask.
"You don't need to understand. You just need to know that I'm here this time to fulfill a promise from that day. Although it's a bit late, it seems time holds no significance for an existence like you," Yang Jian said again.
He was unwilling to explain further.
Because Yang Jian was an exceptional case, past experiences and knowledge from the supernatural realm couldn't explain him.
"As long as you can get me out, it doesn't matter if you're Ghost Child or Yang Jian, it's fine. I just worry that you're still unable to fight against the supernatural here," the old man's voice revealed some unease.
Because in all the long time being trapped here, it was only Yang Jian who had truly come here for the second time.
