The first three days at the old residence had already passed.
It was now the fourth day.
This day was called Condolence Day.
The moment midnight arrived, the situation in the old residence took a sharp turn for the worse. A chilling wind poured in through the courtyard, invading the main hall directly. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hand was blown out.
But everyone had been watching the time and had made their preparations.
The four sets of mourning clothes had been distributed.
Hurried footsteps came from the old residence's front courtyard, dense and rapid, as though many people had flooded into the old residence all at once.
But in truth, there was not a single living person outside.
Everyone standing in the main hall immediately tensed.
"I don't agree with the distribution plan for the mourning clothes." At that moment, the unfamiliar Ghost Tamer suddenly said with a twisted expression.
"Yang Jian, I cooperated with your actions all the way here. I don't want to be the one sacrificed now."
This unfamiliar Ghost Tamer had survived by sheer luck. He knew neither Yang Jian nor Fan Xing. They had merely met by chance, so it was only natural that he would be abandoned now. No one spoke up for him.
After all, whether it was Fan Xing or Zhou Deng, both were people in charge at Headquarters. Strictly speaking, they were Yang Jian's colleagues.
At this moment.
Everyone glanced at him.
"Reality is cruel. There aren't enough items, and there's nothing I can do about it," Yang Jian said. "But it isn't quite right to say that you cooperated with my actions. I remember you. You were very active when you tried to persuade me to abandon the coffin nail earlier."
"And I hold grudges."
"So you