The atmosphere around the conference table was somewhat oppressive.
No one knew whether it was because of Yang Jian, because some people already knew the Captain Plan was being launched and saw certain others as potential competitors, or because Ghost Tamers were inherently wary of their own kind and did not trust one another.
The conflict between Yang Jian and Jiang Shangbai had died down and had not caused greater trouble because of Gao Zhiqiang.
Yang Jian propped his head up with one hand, casually sweeping his gaze over the others.
He knew very well how important these people were. As long as he remained alive, he would inevitably have dealings with them in the future. It was necessary to get to know them in advance.
"None of them are normal."
After observing them for a while, that was the conclusion he reached.
Some sat upright and appeared normal, but their bodies were stiff, their presence cold, and they lacked any sign of life. They were no different from corpses.
Someone was playing with a paper frog, but upon closer inspection, the paper used to fold it was joss paper burned at gravesites.
Someone was touching up her makeup, yet the pigments in her makeup case were strangely vivid, and beneath the heavy perfume lingered a faint smell of rotting flesh.
Someone was lying there playing on his phone. He held the phone with both hands, yet a small extra hand emerged from an unseen palm and helped tap the screen.
Of course, Yang Jian himself was not normal either. A Ghost Eye on his forehead glanced around everywhere, and the gaze revealed by that red eye was incomparably eerie, utterly out of place with him. It was as if a vicious ghost were spying on everyone else.
Time passed