Yang Jian's mood was rather grim when he suddenly received Feng Quan's call.
Because whether it was Feng Quan or Guo Fan, who had previously sent out the distress signal, there could be something wrong with either of them. At the very least, neither was trustworthy anymore. Yang Jian simply did not know whether they had been compromised, nor could he find out. After all, altered memories could not be verified.
"You should be dead." Yang Jian stayed on the call while sending the others to the first-floor lobby.
It was temporarily safe here.
As for the carpets and tiles that might have contained his footprints, he used the Ghost Domain to send them several hundred meters underground and bury them.
They did not need to be buried too deeply. They just needed to be out of reach of that ghost's footsteps.
Feng Quan's voice continued, "I did nearly die, but I was lucky enough to survive. I had been watching your location. When you appeared in the hotel, I started calling you, but unfortunately, you entered that place without any signal. I thought you had fallen in there, just like us."
"You went there too?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. "Did you see that ghost?"
"I wouldn't be in this state if I hadn't. I suspect this place is a trap from the very beginning. Something is luring Ghost Tamers like us here to die. That tall male corpse is wandering through this hotel. Once its killing pattern is triggered, no one can withstand it, including you." There was a trace of fear in Feng Quan's voice.
He was one of the older generation of Ghost Tamers, even more senior than the deceased Zhou Zheng. Back when Yang Jian had still been carefree and studying at school, Feng Quan