The checkpoints along the main road began to be withdrawn, and the blocked roads reopened to traffic.
All kinds of vehicles gradually drove away.
Before long, everyone had left one after another, leaving only a few observers behind to continue monitoring the vanished Huanggang Village and prevent any further unexpected incidents.
Yang Jian rode in Zhang Han's car and had him take him back to the city.
On the way, Zhang Han asked somewhat doubtfully, "Tomorrow, I'm going to that company for testing. If things go quickly, I can start trying to tame a second ghost within a week. As long as my luck isn't too bad, I might be able to delay the ghost's revival and keep living."
"Why did you refuse earlier?"
Yang Jian said, "The success rate for taming a second ghost is still too low—less than twenty percent. You dare to try it, but shouldn't I think it over first? At the very least, I'll take the risk once the success rate improves a little."
"Besides, I can still wait for now. The spot is there, and Wang Xiaoming won't go back on his word. You can test the waters first and tell me the exact process afterward. Then I'll decide when to start based on my own condition."
He had already tamed a second ghost, greatly delaying the time before the ghosts inside him revived.
That was why he could afford to wait for Wang Xiaoming's method to mature further, improve, and raise its success rate.
"You've got a point. It's safer that way, but I can't wait. I even wonder whether I can last until the time comes to tame a second ghost," Zhang Han said, his expression looking awful.
He seemed to be injured, silently enduring some kind of pain.
Yang Jian felt