After leaving the Chinese medicine shop, Yang Jian checked the time. It was already evening.
Too many things had happened today. From the Headquarters meeting, to Zhang Xianguang's Ghost Painting plan, to his conversation with that old man from the Republic era, he had been busy all day and decided to return to Dachang City to sleep.
The major matters had already been dealt with. He had no interest in handling the remaining trivial matters.
As for the Headquarters meeting that had yet to conclude, Yang Jian felt there was no need to continue it.
After all, most of the captains had matters to attend to now.
In Guangjiang Residential Area, inside a five-story villa with its lights on, there was an indoor swimming pool on the third floor. The water in that pool was cold and deep, as though it connected to an unknown abyss.
Soon.
A figure emerged from the clear pool water. Amid the sound of splashing, Yang Jian slowly walked out of the pool.
Water splashed across the floor, but it soon flowed back toward the pool and gathered together. The rippling surface immediately returned to its previous calm state.
This swimming pool was no longer an ordinary pool. It was a miniature Ghost Lake.
If an ordinary person fell in, they would immediately sink to the bottom and never climb back out.
Not to mention that many strange corpses bobbed and drifted within the water.
"Keeping Ghost Lake at home isn't a good choice. Although I've partially controlled it, there's no guarantee an accident won't happen."
Yang Jian glanced at it and decided that he would find time to move Ghost Lake somewhere else. At the very least, it could no longer remain in the house.
The door to the third floor had been sealed