Yang Jian has been trapped in the Ghost Blood for three months, his life or death unknown.
There are no secrets that wind cannot carry, and as Li Yang began to spread the word about Yang Jian's condition, despite everyone's efforts to keep it confidential, the matter gradually started to spread over time.
The first to learn of this were the headquarters and its captains, whose positions and authority were high enough to be privy to major events in the supernatural world.
"Cough, cough, so Yang Jian also has to face the test of the ghost revival?"
In a safety house in Dadong City, a hoarse and strange voice echoed.
Under a pale light, Wang Chaling lay on a hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages, surrounded by a thick scent of sandalwood, yet even this could not mask the stench of decay emanating from his body.
Still, Wang Chaling continued to live defiantly, clinging to his rotting body.
