Yang Jian stood motionless atop the cold, gloomy Ghost Lake, watching the old, damaged Ghost Ship slowly sail away in the distance.
Using the last of his life, Old Qin controlled the Ghost Ship. Not only had he brought this terrifying supernatural incident to an end, but he had also taken away every fierce ghost within Ghost Lake, greatly relieving Yang Jian's burden. Otherwise, fierce ghosts would still have been surfacing from Ghost Lake from time to time.
Before long.
The Ghost Ship completely vanished from Dazhou City, leaving the real world as well.
"It's all over," Liu San's paper figure sighed from nearby.
"Yes, it's over. That ship probably won't ever appear again," Yang Jian said, finally letting out a breath.
From the King Organization to the Ghost Ship incident, far too many people had made sacrifices. If Old Qin had not appeared at the end, even more people would have died.
But although the incident had ended, the trouble had not. With the King Organization destroyed, so many Headquarters captains dead, and supernatural incidents spiraling out of control, the era of fierce ghost resurgence would inevitably arrive in full. No one knew what this world would become when that time came.
They only knew that this world would be filled with despair and terror from then on.
A handful of surviving captains alone could not possibly deal with what was coming.
Yang Jian was not thinking that far ahead right now. He was simply doing what he ought to do.
"Yang Jian, what are your plans next?" Liu San asked afterward.
"No plans. Let's deal with Dazhou City first," Yang Jian replied calmly. Then, the lake water beneath his feet began to recede rapidly.
In only a few moments, the Ghost Lake that had covered vast stretches of