Dachang City, on the edge of the western outskirts.
This had originally been a tract of undeveloped wasteland, rarely visited all year round, with weeds taller than a person.
Since the paranormal resurgence, remote places like this had become breeding grounds for all kinds of supernatural incidents.
The sky was gray, and a lingering, cold dampness hung in the air.
A red light flashed, and Yang Jian stepped out of thin air.
Right behind him came someone wearing an outrageously flashy sequined jacket.
It was Zhang Wei, with two solid-gold Desert Eagles tucked in his pockets, a special card case hanging from his waist, and a crystal necklace around his neck.
That crystal necklace was the Supernatural Item Yang Jian had made from the Deceiving Ghost, following Lin Cheng's suggestion.
After considerable deliberation, Yang Jian had decided that the Deceiving Ghost and Zhang Wei's Luck Ghost might complement each other.
He had then given it to Zhang Wei to use, which would also strengthen him.
"Brother Jian, this is the place."
Zhang Wei stomped on the mud beneath his feet and pointed at a cluster of ruined buildings a short distance ahead.
Amid the dead grass taller than a person, they could just make out a sizable building in an old-fashioned style.
The building had been abandoned for who knew how many years. Most of its outer walls had collapsed, and its wooden beams and pillars were rotten and black, covered in dark green moss.
A cold wind blew past, making the dilapidated wooden doors scrape and creak shrilly.
Yang Jian stared coldly at the abandoned building, recalling the file Liu Xiaoyu had sent earlier.
This place had originally been an abandoned dojo.
Just last night, a Ghost Handler from the Paranormal Forum had died inside while trying to resolve