Yang Jian left the city, taking the Black Umbrella with him.
The residents of this city had no idea what a terrifying supernatural incident Yang Jian's arrival had resolved for them. If this operation had failed, the city would have faced a horrifying paranormal event, and no one knew how many people would have died at the hands of vicious ghosts.
Yang Jian never sought credit from anyone for handling supernatural incidents. In the past, it had been for survival; now, it was a responsibility.
After leaving, Yang Jian did not return to Dachang City.
Time was pressing. He felt that the revival of his vicious ghosts was not far off. There was no longer an eight-day countdown like before, so he had to head to the next place.
Before that, however, Yang Jian carefully sealed away the Black Umbrella. He wrapped it in gold, placed it in a box, and sank it into Ghost Lake to prevent it from being opened accidentally.
Even if Yang Jian died one day and Ghost Lake's supernatural forces revived, no one would be able to venture into the depths of Ghost Lake and salvage the box from that unknown place. This minimized the chance of accidents as much as possible.
"Let's make a trip to Taiping Ancient Town."
Yang Jian had ample reason to visit that Ghost Street, so he immediately set off.
Traveling by Ghost Domain was very fast. Not long after dealing with the Black Umbrella, he had already arrived at Taiping Ancient Town.
The landscape here had undergone earth-shaking changes. The nearby city had been flooded by Ghost Lake, and only a few high-rises still stood above the water. But those buildings had long since been abandoned, empty shells one after another. In the middle of this drowned city, an