The fifth floor of the post office.
Inside Room 502.
Yang Jian's eyes revealed a hint of weariness. He had used too much supernatural power. Even with a Supernatural Weapon, the situation was far from optimistic.
But the outcome was still fairly good.
He had successfully entered the bedroom in Room 502 and found the source of the supernatural activity in this room.
There was something resembling a Divine Seat in the room. Two small red lights glowed on either side, scarlet and eerie. In the middle sat a small kneeling figure being worshipped. It wore clothes, its eyes closed as if it were asleep.
"I seem to have seen an arrangement like this somewhere before?"
Yang Jian gripped the spear in his hand tightly. "Right, I remember now. It was in the room from the supernatural incident in Room 301 of Dachuan City. There was a Divine Seat in that room too, except it was empty, with no idol enshrined on it."
"So the thing on that Divine Seat was this?"
Upon closer inspection, the little figure was neither a clay statue nor a wooden carving, but a shriveled, emaciated corpse that had been specially treated.
It was as if an incompletely developed Ghost Infant had been made into such an idol through some supernatural method.
Yang Jian did not know what this thing was for, but he was certain that this ghostly object was what affected the entire room.
Warily, he moved closer again.
At that moment, he discovered another clue. Beneath the kneeling little figure was a photograph. The photo had faded badly and was clearly quite old, but he could vaguely make out that its contents seemed to be Room 502.
Moreover, the layout of the building in the photograph was twisting and changing, like a