Yang Jian had already returned to the Ping An Hotel to rest.
But out in the suburbs, the danger had not yet passed. For some people, the situation was even more serious than before. Though things might have improved considerably, the ghosts had not left, much less been dealt with.
The flames of the ghost candles were strange and unusual.
Like two clumps of dark mist, they remained condensed and unscattered. Deep within those two candle flames, Zhong Shan, who was leading the way, had tensed every muscle to the limit.
The flame on the ghost candle in his hand was gradually weakening. Only a short section of the white candle remained. In ten minutes at most, this ghost candle would burn out completely, and the candlelight attracting the ghosts would go out as well.
He knew that there would not be much danger once the candlelight in his hand went out.
But it would be different if the ghost candle on Guo Fan went out.
Guo Fan had drawn five ghosts along with him all this way. Once the ghost candle went out, those five ghosts would immediately be at risk of losing control. With everyone so close together, no one could predict the consequences if they did.
"How is Chen Yi's operation going? Is he still not done?" Zhong Shan was frantic with anxiety.
To replace the ghost candle, Chen Yi had to act first. As long as he succeeded, Zhong Shan could finally breathe easy and complete the handover with the other Ghost Tamers.
Headquarters had already arranged for another Ghost Tamer to handle the handover. He was nearby up ahead, holding a ghost candle and ready to light it at any moment.
But if the handover did not go smoothly—
Or if Guo Fan's ghost candle