Li Lepeng's Call

Yang Jian answered the unfamiliar call. He had not expected the person on the other end to claim to be Li Lepeng the moment he spoke. This was already the third Li Lepeng he had encountered.

The previous two had both been fake, impersonated by vicious ghosts.

Fortunately, he had made this trip to the supermarket of heads and obtained quite a bit of information, giving him a deeper understanding of Dachuan City's current situation. Although he had encountered some danger, he felt it had all been worthwhile.

Without taking risks, how could one learn anything about vicious ghosts?

"You say you're Li Lepeng? I can't trust that. When I got off the plane earlier, there was also a Li Lepeng who came to pick me up. Now his head is sitting on a shelf in the supermarket beneath my feet."

Yang Jian said, "There aren't many people in this city I can trust, and you aren't one of them."

Li Lepeng's voice sounded again over the phone. "I have no way to prove that I am Li Lepeng, but I really am. The ghost invaded this city long ago. I discovered it too late, and the Ghost Painting Incident at Headquarters delayed me as well. That directly led to Dachuan City losing control later on."

"I tried my best to remedy things, but it was too late. The situation spiraled out of control faster than I imagined."

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened as he listened.

There seemed to be some credibility in those words. He did not seem to be pretending like the people who had been eroded by vicious ghosts.

But that was all. Yang Jian still did not believe him.

Li Lepeng continued, "I didn't know you had come to Dachuan City, but I saw the huge disturbance