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"Why is Zhao Kaiming telling me all this? He didn't have to reveal so much information to me."

"Moreover, his attack on me was more like a test, an attempt to assess my abilities, rather than a desperate, all-or-nothing determination to succeed. Otherwise, he would have relentlessly pursued me, using the appearance of the Source Ghost to drag me to my death in the school. After all, the fact that he could even enter my Ghost Domain means that he could let other Ghost Infant in as well."

Yang Jian frowned.

He vaguely felt that Zhao Kaiming's endless chatter was a deliberate attempt to remind him, to reveal the secret of the ghost beside him, and to warn him to be on guard.

When did this guy become so kind?

"However, according to him, he wants that ghost to take over the body of the starving ghost and be resurrected. This plan seems to be progressing smoothly. But even if that ghost succeeds, it doesn't matter. To me, it's all the same. I still have to deal with that starving ghost. It's just a change of identity. There's no difference."

Yang Jian thought for a moment, and since it wouldn't affect his actions, he decided to ignore it.

However, he was making the most of the time. Zhao Kaiming was currently fighting the source ghost, and if he could get the coffin nail before Zhao died, he might be able to reap the benefits.

It only took a few seconds.

Yang Jian had already appeared on the pedestrian street, the same spot where he had escaped from school.

Very accurate.

"Let me see where that door is."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, and his world turned crimson. Then, a red light flashed, and a school building suddenly appeared in front of him.

He is now standing at the school gate, looking at the situation of No. 7 Middle School.

This is a Ghost Domain simulation of the scene when he was in school, so that he can find his way back to the original path.

"I'm right here at the old school gate. That's right. Wang Shanshan is over there, Zhang Wei is over here, and Miao Xiaoshan is over there. This is my spot." Yang Jian confirmed his location by replaying the scene.

"Now, I'm going back to that toilet on the third floor."

Yang Jian could change his location at will through the Ghost Domain. He walked across the school playground, but in reality, he walked through an alley. He turned towards the teaching building, but in reality, he crossed a road.

Upon arriving at the teaching building, we found ourselves standing in front of a temple.

Hongfa Temple in Dachang City.

After going up three floors, I actually came up to these steps.

He was standing at the toilet door, but in reality, he was standing in front of the temple gate.

"The real address is in this temple?" Yang Jian was stunned.

It's somewhat unbelievable, but his method of recreating the scene is unlikely to be wrong. Even if there is a deviation, it couldn't be much different, at most within a range of about ten meters.

"I've been to Hongfa Temple several times before. It's a very small temple, and it doesn't look like it has that door."

"No, it's down there."

Yang Jian used the Ghost Domain to find a basement beneath Hongfa Temple. Inside, he saw several people taking refuge from disaster, indicating that this was a relatively secluded part of the temple, known only to those inside.

Of course, he also saw the door.

Yang Jian walked in without hesitation and went straight to the basement.

Judging from the style of this basement, it doesn't look like it was built in modern times; it uses very old-fashioned blue bricks.

At the far end of the basement was that door.

An old wooden door.

But then he noticed that the old wooden door was covered in gold leaf, tightly shut, and locked again.

"Someone has been here," Yang Jian thought to himself.

Covered in gold leaf, his Ghost Domain couldn't affect him; he could only tear it open and go inside.

"Who, who's there?"

Just as he was about to act, a voice rang out from the dimly lit passage.

A bald man dressed in plain clothes came over with a flashlight after hearing the noise.

"What are you doing? Let go right now! That door can't be opened! My God, how did you sneak in?" The bald man exclaimed in shock upon seeing Yang Jian's actions.

Yang Jian turned around and asked, "Master, do you know what's inside this door?"

He recognized the bald man; he was from the temple, and he had seen him twice before when he visited.

"Don't ask so many questions, just come over here."

The bald man turned pale with fright, seemingly aware that something terrible was inside.

Yang Jian didn't stop and continued tearing off the gold foil; "I need to go in and retrieve something to imprison this ghost in Dachang City and resolve this paranormal event."

Upon hearing this, the bald master stopped in his tracks. "You want to take that Vajra Pestle?"

"A vajra? No, it's a coffin nail," Yang Jian.

However, after thinking about it, he realized that the two items seemed to be similar in shape, almost identical. Perhaps the vajra that the bald master mentioned was actually the coffin nail, just with a different name.

"If you take that thing, something terrifying will come out," the bald master said.

Yang Jian, "If I don't take that thing, the entire Dachang City is doomed. Master, you know a lot. Can you tell me who told you that?"

"I can't say. Are you sure you want to take that thing to save Dachang City?" the bald man asked.

Yang Jian, "I'm absolutely certain, and I don't have that much time to explain to you. You can't stop me even if you try, so Master, you'd better save your breath."

The bald man's expression changed, and finally he sighed, "Then I won't stop you."

Yang Jian paused slightly, looked at the monk, and felt that he knew something.

The architectural style and age of this place are somewhat similar to the dilapidated house from the Republican Era in Guangjiang Residential Area.

Unfortunately, the old man who guarded that house from the Republican Era passed away, leaving no one to carry on the family line; otherwise, he could surely have uncovered some unknown secrets.

"Once I've resolved this matter in Dachang City, I'll come and talk to you sometime." Yang Jian tore off all the gold foil and gently pushed it away.

The door opened.

The door lock broke automatically.

A chilly wind blew by, making one's hair stand on end, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

"Young man, be careful, it's very dangerous in there," the bald man said, trembling with fear.

"Understood." Yang Jian said and walked straight inside.

He had been here once before and wasn't afraid.

As expected, the guess was correct.

A familiar place.

A desolate, lifeless, dark space.

Behind him was only a moldy, moss-covered brick wall.

An ordinary person would be terrified to death if they walked into this place.

"The scratches are still there, this is definitely the place."

Yang Jian turned around and saw many gruesome scratch marks on the wall, with traces of blood on them. Although the blood had turned black, the marks seemed to have been left only a few months ago, not very long ago.

These scratches were left by Duan Peng and Zheng Fei, whom he had brought in as revenge, in their despair.

Tick-tock, tick-tock!

The sound of dripping water came from the dark space.

It was faint, subtle, yet so obvious, especially clear in the dark.

Yang Jian didn't rely on his own eyes to see; the place was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly. He simply opened his Ghost Eye.

Under the Ghost Eye, the surroundings were no longer dark, and everything was clearly visible.

A tree, its branches bare and white, was rooted in the ground, adorned with many strange objects: dried human heads and old, tattered rags. And nailed to the trunk of this White Bone Tree was a gigantic, three-meter-tall black figure.

It has a human silhouette, but no human features; it's just a dark shadow, somewhat like a headless ghost.

But it's different from the headless ghost.

This thing has a physical form.

A rusty coffin nail pierced through the chest of the tall, dark figure, pinning it to the tree.

The dripping sound was the black blood constantly dripping from the wound.

"I never imagined I'd return here one day." Yang Jian saw the head of the enormous black shadow.

There was a gap in the space, as if an eye was missing.

He knew that this thing could be terrifying once released, but there was no other way now; he desperately needed the coffin nails.

To gather some information, he first took out his phone and took several pictures of the thing, so that Wang Xiaoming could study it later and not be at a loss as to how to deal with it in the future.

"I really don't know if releasing this thing to deal with the starving ghosts was the right thing to do or the wrong thing." Yang Jian was very hesitant, but he still reached out to take the coffin nail.

However, he paused just before touching it, turned around and picked up several pieces of gold leaf that had been torn off earlier, and wrapped the thing up first.

Through the gold foil, Yang Jian grabbed one end of the coffin nail.

Perhaps because of the gold foil barrier, he didn't feel anything special after touching it.

Because he controlled the Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian simply pulled it back casually.

The coffin nails that held the huge black shadow in place were removed smoothly without any obstruction.