Yang Jian did not dare go deep into the residential building he had set ablaze. A fire of that intensity could very well burn him alive.
But the three strange corpses that had emerged from Ghost Lake were different.
Although the three corpses were controlled by Yang Jian like Ghost Slaves, they actually possessed the traits of true evil spirits and could not be killed, because the corpses themselves were part of Ghost Lake.
It was simply uncertain whether the three corpses would become trapped inside after entering the sea of flames.
There was still plenty of time, and Yang Jian was in no hurry.
He quietly waited for the outcome.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.
The flames inside the building remained dazzling. Yang Jian could not get close at all, and there was no movement from the three corpses that had entered earlier. The person who had smashed a window and stuck his head out seemed to have been dragged back inside by something.
The screams and cries for help had completely ceased.
Everything had fallen into an eerie silence again.
But fifteen minutes later, that silence was finally broken.
Three cold corpses walked out of the stairwell. Flames burned across their bodies, their pale skin roasted red, and the stench of scorched flesh wafted from them.
Yet even so, the corpses could still move and had not been trapped in the fire.
However, what caught Yang Jian's attention was not that the three corpses had returned safely, but that each of them carried a person on its back: two men and one woman. They were filthy, reeking, and utterly bedraggled, as though they had been trapped here for several days.
"They really are ordinary people." Yang Jian's gaze shifted.
The three corpses threw the three people onto