A dim world, a gloomy old house, and a dense ancient forest.
Yang Jian broke through the boundary between reality and the supernatural realm, once again arriving at a place only the supernatural bus could reach.
This was where Zhang Dong was buried.
However, this time, he did not enter the old house. Instead, he went around that dangerous building and followed a winding path deeper into the forest.
A chilling breeze swept past, making the old trees nearby rustle.
Unlike last time, there were no vicious ghosts blocking Yang Jian's path, nor did he need to attend a funeral procession. The journey had been very safe, and even if he encountered vicious ghosts now, he had no reason to worry. He could fully handle the dangers here.
"We're here."
Before long, Yang Jian arrived at the center of an ancient forest.
It was a clearing that had been deliberately cleared out.
There were no fewer than six old graves in the clearing. No, there were seven.
Yang Jian saw a newly constructed grave. On the tombstone before it was a black-and-white portrait of the old man from the pharmacy. Beneath the photograph was a line of carved words.
The Tomb of Zhang Bohua.
"So the old man from the pharmacy was named Zhang Bohua." Only now did Yang Jian learn the old man's name.
Still, he understood.
In supernatural circles, people generally did not like revealing their real names, since many supernatural phenomena could use a name as a medium to target someone.
"Although this grave is newly built, it looks like at least one or two months have passed. Yet just a few days ago, I saw that old man in the pharmacy. So what is buried in this old grave isn't Zhang Bohua, but his remains."
Yang