"After Yang Jian had lain dormant for half a year, his supernatural power had become even more terrifying than before."
Inside the Ghost Post Office, Sun Rui watched Yang Jian leave. What Yang Jian had done just now still made his heart pound. Back in the day, Yang Jian would never have confronted a fierce ghost head-on; he would most likely have used the Coffin Nail.
But now, he himself seemed like a humanoid Coffin Nail. With a casual grab, he could put a fierce ghost into dormancy.
In this day and age, such an ability was a blessing for the times.
After leaving the Ghost Post Office, Yang Jian headed for the next city.
He was traveling, investigating, and, more than anything, thinking.
As Yang Jian walked through an unfamiliar city, he happened to pass a Chinese medicine shop and suddenly remembered something. He stopped at once and looked in a certain direction.
I nearly forgot. I still have an appointment. Half a year has passed, though. I wonder whether that old man from the pharmacy is dead yet, Yang Jian thought.
I should go take a look. If he's dead, I'll consider it a visit to pay my respects.
Yang Jian set off again. Rather than heading there directly, he rushed through cities along the way, resolving supernatural incidents in several of them as he passed.
It was somewhat troublesome, but it would not take much time.
Around noon, Yang Jian arrived in the city where the old man from the pharmacy lived.
It was an old district in the center of the city.
Most of the old district had been demolished, leaving only one aged street that had yet to be relocated.
The Chinese medicine shop stood on that old street.
This street had originally been slated