"I came to save you. Where are you now?" Yang Jian passed through the ghostly mist and returned to the empty hotel.
He was within his own Ghost Domain, ensuring his safety.
Feng Quan's voice immediately came through the phone. "Fourth floor, Room Five. You should have passed by here earlier. I heard your footsteps, but I wasn't sure it was you at the time, so I gave up on calling for help."
"Then your luck really is terrible. Wait there. I'm coming," Yang Jian said calmly.
Feng Quan's luck was indeed terrible. If he had called for help when Yang Jian first came in, Yang Jian had been connected, and once Headquarters gave the order, he would have had to save him whether he wanted to or not.
But things were different now. Yang Jian had gone deep into the hotel and obtained that strange newspaper, which could alter people's memories. Feng Quan, in his weakened state, made an excellent test subject. If it worked, it would prove that the words on the human-skin paper were correct, and that the method for controlling two ghost faces written on it was viable.
But the target absolutely could not be Tong Qian.
Very soon.
Yang Jian arrived at Room 005 on the hotel's fourth floor.
This was a normal place. Strictly speaking, there should have been no danger here, provided the ghost wandering through the hotel was not nearby.
To be cautious, Yang Jian's Ghost Domain passed directly through the walls and door, extending into the room.
Everything inside immediately appeared before his eyes.
Feng Quan was lying on a bed, holding his satellite positioning phone. He had not turned on the lights. In the dimness, even his breathing was suppressed to its lowest level. He remained as still as a