Beside a highway in a certain state in the United States.
There was a roadside motel here, the kind commonly found abroad.
However, because of supernatural incidents, few vehicles traveled the highway, and the motel's business suffered as a result. Only a handful of passing cars stopped here to rest each day.
At dusk, the neon sign on the motel roof had already lit up. For some reason, it suddenly crackled and flickered, but quickly returned to normal.
Yet beneath the setting sun, three blurry figures abruptly appeared. Soon afterward, two of them vanished.
The remaining figure gradually approached the motel.
"This is the right address." Wang Yong stopped, looked up, and checked the address again. After confirming it was correct, he was secretly startled.
It had only been a short time, yet Yang Jian's Ghost Domain had already brought him overseas.
"Yang Jian didn't directly envelop this motel with his Ghost Domain or make a move immediately. He's worried about alerting the other side, so he sent me to confirm the situation first. Even if a Ghost Tamer spots me, they won't be overly wary. After all, I'm not well-known in the supernatural circle, and my strength isn't among the best. I'm not much of a threat." Wang Yong understood Yang Jian's arrangements.
Very soon.
He walked into the motel restaurant.
The restaurant's layout was simple: a bar counter and five or six scattered tables. Guests occupied two of them, chatting as they ate.
"Hey, buddy, what can I get you?" A waiter behind the bar greeted him with a smile.
Wang Yong walked over and asked directly, "I'm looking for someone. His name is Dyson. I don't know whether that's his real name. This is his picture."
As he spoke, he handed over a sketched portrait.
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