Outside Ping An Hotel.
More than a dozen people of various kinds had gathered together. Their expressions were indifferent, their demeanors strange. Some stood, some squatted, and none said a word. It was exceptionally quiet.
The drivers of several cars passing by occasionally glanced over curiously. They seemed puzzled as to why a group of people had gathered here at around four in the morning. Could there have been a fire at Ping An Hotel, sending these people running out?
The driver slowed down and looked up slightly, but did not spot anything unusual.
"How strange." He withdrew his gaze, paid it no mind, and continued driving past.
Yet after driving by, he instinctively looked into the rearview mirror. In it, he saw a pale-faced man eerily turn his head one hundred and eighty degrees, his numb, lifeless eyes seeming to stare straight in this direction.
His somewhat thin body stood stiffly in place without moving, while the others around him appeared not to react at all, as though they found nothing strange about it.
The surroundings were utterly silent. In the dim pre-dawn darkness, the scene looked eerie and terrifying.
The driver suddenly realized something. His expression changed instantly, cold sweat breaking out across his back. He stomped on the accelerator and fled the stretch of road as though running for his life.
"Headquarters said that Ghost Tamer named Lin Shan had already been assigned to Zhang Lei and Yang Jian."
At the silent hotel entrance, a man slowly turned his head and spoke in a somewhat cold tone.
"So Yang Jian was indeed sent there? It seems the situation is worse than we imagined. Lin Shan had most likely already suffered a ghost resurgence. Otherwise, Headquarters would not have taken this so seriously." For some reason, a young