Yang Jian had Feng Quan light white ghost candles at four points around the city, drawing out the supernatural influence in an attempt to find useful clues through his own methods. He had already made some progress; all that remained was time to confirm it.
But while he was searching for clues, the others had not been idle either.
Inside a deathly silent apartment building in Zhongzhou City.
Liu San appeared there alone. This Liu San was clearly not the one who had previously been with Yang Jian, Li Jun, and Shen Lin. He was a paper effigy.
He merely looked exactly like Liu San.
There was no way to tell them apart.
This paper-effigy Liu San expressionlessly arrived at one of the apartments in the deathly silent building.
It was as if he had foreseen this in advance.
Paper-effigy Liu San found a key in a small flowerpot by the door, then expertly unlocked the apartment door.
A rancid stench rushed at him.
It carried a heavy smell of mildew.
Liu San walked inside and briefly looked around.
The living room looked as though it had been soaked in water, with water stains still remaining. Patches of mold had formed on the walls, and the surroundings were dark and damp. He reached out and switched on the light. It flickered with a hiss several times before going out completely, never to light up again.
Liu San said nothing. Ignoring the darkness in the living room, he headed straight for the bathroom.
The bathroom in this apartment was large and rather luxuriously furnished. There was even a bathtub in the shower area.
Yet the bathtub was filled with murky water. More chillingly, the water inside was faintly churning and bubbling. Several strands of black hair vaguely floated up, only to