Yang Jian had left alone not to rush home and rest, but to deal with some unfinished business.
The red wooden stool he had brought back needed to be contained and stored, and the vicious ghost stripped from Chen Qiaotou also needed to be handled properly. If supernatural influences leaked out, it might become another troublesome supernatural incident.
He did not trust anyone else to handle these matters, so he had to do it himself.
Fortunately, there was nothing else going on in Dachang City at the moment, so Yang Jian's workload was fairly light.
By the time he had finished dealing with everything, it was already late at night.
Yang Jian left the safe house and walked alone along a path in Guangjiang Residential Area, his brow tightly furrowed as though he were deep in thought.
"After struggling back from the brink of death, Feng Quan controlled a third ghost. If my judgment is correct, his memories should have returned by now. The supernatural effect of that bloodstained old newspaper that altered memories seems to have failed. You could tell from the way he addressed me."
"But it didn't matter. Even if he regained his memories, what could he do in the current situation?"
After thinking about it, Yang Jian put the matter aside and continued calculating. "The Ghost Post Office matter isn't over yet. When the next letter-delivery mission comes, I'll be on the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office. There must be Ghost Tamers on the fourth floor. Otherwise, given the danger of delivering letters there, ordinary people would have died long ago."
During the letter-delivery mission on the third floor of the Ghost Post Office, he had already encountered the Room 301 incident in Dachuan City and had nearly died there.
The fourth floor would