"The number of ghosts in Dachang City was growing. That was not a good sign. My earlier guess had indeed been correct. This should be the peak period for the outbreak of supernatural incidents. Zhou Zheng was right: if we couldn't come up with an effective way to resolve supernatural incidents in the future, humanity might not have a future at all."
Yang Jian took the elevator back to Jiang Yan's apartment.
Looking at the dim, silent corridor,
even though he knew there were no ghosts in this building, whenever he entered a dark environment, his entire body inevitably tensed up.
It had become an instinctive reaction.
He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Jiang Yan's voice came from inside.
"It's me, Yang Jian."
Hurried footsteps sounded from inside. Jiang Yan quickly opened the door. She had just finished showering, wrapped in a bath towel, a hair dryer in hand, her hair still dripping wet. A faint blush colored her delicate face, making her look especially alluring.
But when she saw Yang Jian, excitement gleamed in her eyes.
"You came at just the right time. I have good news for you."
As she spoke, she hugged Yang Jian's arm, laughing as she pulled him inside.
"What good news?" Yang Jian asked.
"Five days. Just five days, and I spent all four hundred million. Four hundred million! I'd never seen that much money in my life. I never would have dreamed that one day I'd spend so much money in such a short time. You should've seen those managers and bosses today. When they saw me, they were so respectful they practically wanted to put me on an altar and worship me."
Jiang Yan was still excited as she talked about what had happened that day.
Thinking of the way