After leaving Wang Shanshan's grandmother's house, Yang Jian and Liu Qi began to reassess this county town.
Reality and the supernatural had blended together, the living and the dead coexisting.
It looked normal, but in truth, every corner was filled with strangeness. Although no danger had revealed itself yet, Yang Jian vaguely sensed a feeling of unease.
With his current abilities, he could contend with most supernatural phenomena, even fierce ghosts. But that did not mean he could swagger through supernatural incidents without fear. Who knew when an incomparably terrifying ghost might suddenly emerge?
"This county town is so big. Where are we supposed to look for Wang Shanshan and the others?" Liu Qi was somewhat lost, unsure where to begin.
Tracking people down was not his strong suit.
"Look wherever something seems unusual. This county town may be bigger than before, but it is still within an acceptable range. At most, it will take a little more time," Yang Jian said.
He followed the street deeper into the county town.
He could basically confirm that the places they had passed along the way held no major danger, so he needed to venture farther into town.
At that moment, there was not a single car on the street.
There also seemed to be fewer pedestrians. Only one or two people passed by occasionally, their expressions deeply abnormal and their faces somewhat pale. They were drenched in supernatural rainwater, making it impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead.
"I'll stop someone and ask about the situation," Liu Qi said.
At that moment.
A middle-aged man approached them. He wore a raincoat and rain boots, and his body was soaked as if he had just been caught in the rain. His face was pale, and his expression dull.
Yang Jian