After using the firewood axe to chop apart the Ghost Cabinet yesterday, Yang Jian did not become idle again. Other than dealing with supernatural matters, he had no other leisure or entertainment activities.
Of course, he was not qualified to relax or entertain himself either.
So, after settling Liu Xiaoyu down with Wang Shanshan, Yang Jian returned to his residence.
"Boss Yang, what would you like to eat tonight? I'll go buy groceries and cook," Zhang Liqin asked proactively as soon as she got out of the car.
She wanted to take the opportunity to show off the cooking skills she had practiced hard for days, so she could earn a few more points in front of Yang Jian.
"You decide," Yang Jian said. "I still have some other things to deal with. Unless it's especially important, don't disturb me."
After saying that, he headed toward the garage behind the villa.
Zhang Liqin brushed back her hair, looking slightly embarrassed. Still, she had grown used to Yang Jian's attitude. He was not only like this with her; he was like this with everyone else. There was nothing to complain about.
People who came into contact with supernatural incidents were more or less different from ordinary people.
Pulling herself together, Zhang Liqin began considering what to make for dinner.
Meanwhile, Yang Jian opened the garage and calmly looked at the unusual taxi parked inside.
It was a supernatural taxi.
Its body was old, its paint chipped and peeling, marked by indelible rust. A taxi sign hung from its roof, but the light on it flickered on and off. At first glance, it looked like a vehicle ready for the scrapyard.
Yet Yang Jian could hear strange noises coming from inside the old taxi from time to time.
Sometimes, its body creaked