If an ordinary Ghost Tamer knew they had less than two days left to live, they would definitely swallow a packet of Chinese medicine without hesitation to extend their life by twenty days, without caring at all about the problems that came afterward.
But Yang Jian remained very calm. Even in such circumstances, he still chose not to take the Chinese medicine, as though he did not care whether he would die tomorrow.
"Taking medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. A packet of medicine can't solve my problem of ghost revival. Even if I take the medicine you gave me, the problem of ghost revival will still exist. Only by finding a new balance can I live longer. If I can't find a way, then I'll choose to lie down in a coffin," Yang Jian said.
"Did you go to that Coffin Shop in Taiping Ancient Town?" the Blind Old Man asked.
Yang Jian said, "I only came back from Taiping Ancient Town not long ago. I robbed the Coffin Shop and took quite a few coffins."
"Not bad. Being able to seize coffins from the Coffin Shop proves that you already have the ability to stand on your own. But it still isn't enough. This era has no teammates worthy of matching you. You have no way of briefly ending this era of ghost revival like we did." The Blind Old Man slowly shook his head, both regretful and helpless.
He regretted that this era had finally produced such a talent, only for him to face the problem of ghost revival. If he could not overcome this hurdle, he would die.
What left him helpless was that even if Yang Jian truly survived, he could only stand on his own and could not bear the burden