In an old, deserted housing complex, Yang Jian stood beside a Black Coffin, lit a pallid white candle, and quietly waited for the evil ghosts to appear.
Today, he was going to lay the Republican Era old man, Meng Xiaodong, to rest.
If he did not eliminate this hidden danger, this evil ghost would inevitably become an extremely terrifying supernatural incident in the future.
As time gradually passed, the white ghost candle continued to burn.
Some disturbances began to emerge.
Yang Jian immediately heard heavy footsteps coming from the old, unoccupied residential building beside him, as if a corpse that had been dead for a long time had begun moving again. Along with those heavy footsteps, the surrounding air seemed to grow even colder.
That coldness was an illusion. Some supernatural force was simply too powerful and had begun affecting human perception.
"Inside the building? No, that's not right. There are other sounds too." Yang Jian suddenly glanced aside.
Heavy footsteps also came from the corner not far behind him. Beyond that, sounds were also emerging from the neighboring residential building.
"So that's how it is. Although I did everything I could to seal off this area and built high walls after leaving this place, a year has passed, and people were still attacked by Meng Xiaodong. Those unlucky people became mediums, increasing the number of evil ghosts in this area."
The moment Yang Jian heard those movements, he understood. He was not facing one Meng Xiaodong, but many.
"But it doesn't matter. One or many make no difference to me. I just wonder whether one coffin can fit them all."
He looked at the Black Coffin beside him, marked with the character for mourning, and instead worried that his coffin would not be enough.
Very quickly.
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