There were many vehicles on the road, and traffic was somewhat congested.
But Yang Jian had long grown used to it. After all, this was J City, where there were simply too many people.
He chatted casually with Wan Delu in the car.
Wan Delu was not particularly interested in matters concerning the supernatural circle. Perhaps out of caution, he did not ask much about them. What he asked about most was the future situation and prospects, what he cared about was his own life and safety.
Yang Jian truly found that difficult to answer.
If the time when Yang Jian had still been in school had been the early stage of the global supernatural resurgence, then this should have been the middle stage. Supernatural incidents were continuously increasing. Perhaps their numbers would decline in the future, or perhaps this was only the beginning and things had yet to reach their peak.
So no one could make a judgment.
"To be honest, this sort of thing depends on luck. From a global perspective, supernatural incidents keep occurring, but when spread across a city, a town, a residential complex, or even an individual, the odds are very low. It's just that some unlucky people always get dragged into supernatural incidents by accident. There are still only a few who truly end up at the center of an incident. It's like how people die somewhere in the world every moment—whether from illness or car accidents—but what are the chances of it happening to you?"
Yang Jian spoke slowly.
"That makes sense. If this kind of bad luck were everywhere, things would have fallen apart long ago." Wan Delu nodded as he listened, feeling much more at ease.
"But no one can say what the future will bring. If things keep getting worse,