Outskirts.
Tonight, this place was eerily quiet. Not a single vehicle had passed along the nearby asphalt road for hours. Everything around them seemed to have lost its voice; only the figures gathered beneath the dim streetlights occasionally made sparse murmurs of conversation.
The area within ten kilometers had long since been sealed off. The living were forbidden from setting foot here, with no exceptions.
Because at the center of this lockdown, a fierce ghost codenamed the Ghost Messenger was wandering about. Any ordinary person passing through this place could potentially cause the Ghost Messenger to lose control.
Only those possessed by ghosts, those who controlled fierce ghosts, were qualified to venture deep into this seemingly ordinary yet incomparably dangerous forbidden zone.
And tonight, the operation to contain the Ghost Messenger was underway.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
There were not many people assigned to this operation.
There were only five in total.
Li Jun was one of them.
This operation required a Ghost Domain, as well as a Ghost Tamer who had encountered the Ghost Messenger before to lead the team. He was a highly suitable choice, though not the most suitable one.
The other three included both men and women. Their faces seemed somewhat familiar; all of them were top Ghost Tamers who had attended the previous meeting at Headquarters.
Though there were few of them, none of those who had come here from all across the country were ordinary figures. Especially when it came to dealing with ghosts, they were all experts.
They were elite survivors who had remained after wave upon wave of Ghost Tamers had been eliminated. Every one of their experiences could have been written into a hair-raising horror novel.
"They're here." Suddenly, the expression of a man squatting on the ground and smoking shifted.