Without a doubt.
Ping An Ancient Town was steeped in strangeness.
A Ghost Street that did not exist in reality, an ancestral hall for mourning the dead, and a woman washing clothes by the river at night.
Yang Jian, Liu San, Li Jun, and the others had all noticed some of the anomalies, but they tacitly chose not to investigate them further. They still had to deal with the Ghost Lake Incident and did not want to spend too much time and effort elsewhere.
It was already half past eleven at night.
Only half an hour remained until midnight.
"A Hong, notify Yang Jian and Liu San to come gather here. They can't keep wandering around separately."
Li Jun displayed a rather forceful attitude now, intending to summon everyone.
"Alright." A Hong nodded without giving it much thought.
Very soon.
Yang Jian and Liu San received the message.
They were still lingering in the ancestral hall, investigating the situation while searching for the Blind Old Man.
"Looks like there's no time to wait for you to find that person. Li Jun wants us to meet up and says we're officially entering Ghost Lake through the connection point."
Yang Jian emerged from a corner of the ancestral hall, still carrying that paper boat in his hand.
Liu San stood in the middle of the ancestral hall. He slowly turned around. "I've already found traces. He's here. He never left this ancestral hall—I'm certain of it. It's just that everything here has been hidden."
"Forget it. We can investigate after we come back. Right now, we still need to deal with the Ghost Lake Incident." Yang Jian turned and left.
"What a pity. I was so close," Liu San said.
It seemed that some of his paper effigies were investigating elsewhere and