After examining the ghost taxi and confirming a few things, Yang Jian decided that it was not at risk of losing control for the time being. He tossed it into the safe house and stopped worrying about it.
When he returned home, Zhang Liqin had already prepared dinner.
After a simple meal, Yang Jian had Zhang Liqin begin recording everything that had happened during their trip to Dadong City.
Zhang Liqin's handwritten notes had already filled a thick volume, every page documenting the bizarre supernatural incidents Yang Jian had encountered.
By the time they finished, it was already late at night.
The day had passed peacefully enough.
But in another old district of Dachang City, the night was far from peaceful.
It was a somewhat run-down neighborhood, cold and deserted. Only a few lights were on at night, the occupancy rate was frighteningly low, and not even passing vehicles could be seen nearby.
This place was usually very quiet. At this hour, there normally would not have been the slightest sound.
But for some reason, there was a group of young men there today.
With nothing better to do, they wandered around the area. They could even be seen in every building and on every floor, acting suspiciously and strangely.
Fortunately, there were hardly any residents in the complex, so no one paid them any attention.
"Awei, Awei, where are you? Where did you run off to?" A young man ran out of one of the buildings, calling someone's name.
"Stop shouting. I'm right here."
A human silhouette emerged from the darkness in a nearby corner. He wore a trench coat and a cowboy hat, while the two golden guns hanging at his waist faintly reflected the light. He was facing forward with his back to the others, then took