Yang Jian left Hongfa Temple.
He had not gotten the answer he wanted. He had only confirmed one thing: the White Bone Tree and the three-meter-tall shadow that had been contained there had vanished, but they had not revived within Dachang City.
Yet he had a feeling that, somewhere in some corner of this world, that ghost had already appeared.
Some unimaginable horror was brewing.
The world was so vast. Who knew which place would be unlucky enough to encounter that thing's revival?
It was like the Ghost Infant. At first, it posed little danger, hidden within a major city to the point where no one could even sense its existence. But once it fully revived, it would become a catastrophic disaster.
I can't worry about all that. In a world where fierce ghosts are reviving, that thing isn't the only threat. This world is like a crumbling house, leaking wind and water everywhere. It's enough to look after my own little patch of land. Yang Jian thought.
He was not a particularly ambitious person. Ever since becoming a Ghost Tamer, all he had wanted was to survive—to live well.
If he could not live, then he would choose to die well.
Yang Jian was not too worried about what the future might become. As long as he did not die, he believed managing one Dachang City would not be difficult.
When Yang Jian returned to the residential area, he found a military vehicle parked at the entrance.
At some point, Zhao Jianguo had come to visit.
He had brought two Ghost Tamers with him and was sitting in the living room drinking tea, apparently waiting for Yang Jian to return.
Yang Jian paused slightly when he saw Zhao Jianguo, then said, "Since when did Captain Zhao have the time