Yang Jian silently returned to Dachang City. Instead of going to Shangtong Building right away, he went straight to Guangjiang Residential Area.
Compared to half a year ago, Guangjiang Residential Area was now exceptionally lively. There were many new residents, nearly every building was full, and there were very few vacant homes. Even at night, many residents strolled through the neighborhood, making what had once been a somewhat quiet environment much noisier.
Yang Jian walked along the roads of the residential area. His presence was like that of a ghost; no one paid him any attention.
"Psychic incidents are happening frequently now, and practically everyone has come to believe in the existence of vicious ghosts. Under these circumstances, countless people would naturally flock to a residential area that could guarantee their safety. What's more, this place has an ample supply of resources. Even if a city were sealed off by supernatural forces, those living here would have a better chance of surviving."
After taking a brief look around, he roughly understood why Guangjiang Residential Area had changed so much.
He followed the familiar path.
Soon, Yang Jian arrived before a uniquely styled house at the rear of the residential area.
This was where Wang Shanshan lived. It had once been an ancient house from the Republican Era, but after being renovated, it had become this distinctive building.
Ignoring the tightly locked gate, Yang Jian walked inside.
Before long, he saw coffins neatly arranged in the courtyard. There were ten in total: seven red coffins and three black ones. Among them, several of the red coffins showed signs of use, as though people were lying inside.
"One, two, three. Three people couldn't hold on any longer and entered the Ghost Coffins." Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.
Even through the Ghost Coffins,