Yang Jian returned to Dachang City and looked at the familiar buildings. He had thought that once he left Dachang City this time, he would never make it back alive. He had even prepared himself to die out there. Yet, just as before, he had survived the crisis without real danger.
Though the crisis had passed, it had also left behind many enormous hidden dangers.
Yang Jian did not dwell on those matters for now. His first stop was Shangtong Building.
With supernatural events on the verge of spiraling out of control, the first thing he had to do was ensure that everyone in Shangtong Building was prepared. After all, that was why he had established this company in the first place.
However, when Yang Jian appeared beneath Shangtong Building, the scene around him surprised him slightly.
He saw that the plaza below the building was packed with people. Many of them had foreign faces, while others were islanders dressed in kimono. Of course, there were even more familiar Chinese faces. Judging from their clothing and manner, these people all seemed to possess considerable status. None of them looked like ordinary residents of Dachang City.
They gathered downstairs, voices in various languages mixing together. It was lively, yet somewhat noisy.
Since the Starvation Ghost Incident had ended, scenes like this had become rare in Dachang City. Many people had chosen to move away, causing the city's population to plummet. As the population declined, many shops and businesses closed down, which in turn drove even more people away.
Yang Jian's sudden arrival instantly silenced the previously lively, noisy crowd.
Everyone turned to look at him in unspoken unison.
For a moment, countless gazes converged upon Yang Jian.
"He's here, Ghost Eye Yang Jian." Someone spoke in a daze, but quickly realized