Yang Jian had originally intended to handle a case and deal with a potential problem in Dachang City, but he had not expected such an unexpected gain this time.
After returning home, Yang Jian looked at the three golden boxes before him and began to think.
"The ghosts collected by that company definitely won't be too high-level. If they were, those people wouldn't have been capable of capturing them. Of course, they might have bought them at high prices on the underground market. Either way, using them to trade with the Ghost Cabinet won't be a loss. Even if something goes wrong, I can handle it in time."
Even if he released the ghost inside one of these boxes, Yang Jian believed he could still suppress it to some extent.
After thinking for a moment.
He took one of the boxes, placed the other two in the room on the fifth floor, then headed to the clock tower where he had hidden the Ghost Cabinet.
The Ghost Cabinet had too many uncertainties. Yang Jian did not dare keep it too close to himself, but he also did not dare let it leave his sight, lest it accidentally disappear or undergo some kind of mutation that he could not stop immediately. That was why he had thought long and hard about where to hide it.
He climbed to the very top of the clock tower.
Yang Jian saw the old-fashioned wooden cabinet again.
The vivid red paint on the cabinet looked like fresh blood that had yet to congeal, as if it might drip down at any moment. Even an ordinary person would find it eerie, sinister, and extraordinary after only one glance.
It was as if the Ghost Cabinet knew Yang Jian had come to make a trade. Less than