Another month passed in the blink of an eye.
It had been a full half year since Yang Jian had sunk into the blood pool.
That was not a long time for ordinary people, but for the supernatural world, those six months had nearly buried an entire generation. Let alone Yang Jian, even Headquarters was rarely mentioned anymore. People only knew that such an outdated department was still struggling to hold on, constantly trying to deal with supernatural incidents.
Yet during this time, He Yuelian had continued to fulfill her duty well. She had remained by Yang Jian's corpse in the blood pool.
Although she had not entered any dreams since then, nor had she received any information regarding Yang Jian, she still did not dare test whether Yang Jian was truly dead.
Because she could not afford to make a mistake. One wrong step, and death would be waiting for her.
"Perhaps he is already dead." Such thoughts had crossed He Yuelian's mind more than once.
But every time, she quickly dismissed that possibility.
Tonight.
Several people broke into this sealed-off area. They were not ordinary people, but Ghost Tamers of the new generation.
Ignorance had given them the courage to enter this place.
"We only came here for one reason: to find the coffin nail Yang Jian left behind. As long as we obtain that Supernatural Item, we can fight any fierce ghost, including other Ghost Tamers. If we succeed, we can claw our way back from death and find a path to survival."
His name was Wang Zhuo, a man in his twenties. Young and full of drive, he had become a Ghost Tamer due to an accident.
But Ghost Tamers of this era did not live easy lives.
While facing the revival of fierce ghosts, they