A dim world, a gloomy old mansion, and a dense old forest.
Yang Jian broke the boundary between reality and the supernatural realm, arriving once again at a place that only the ghost bus could reach.
This is where Zhang Dong was buried.
However, this time he did not enter the ancient house but skirted around the dangerous building, heading into the depths of the dense forest along a winding path.
A cold, eerie wind blew by, rustling the nearby old trees.
Unlike last time, there were no ghosts obstructing Yang Jian this time, nor did he need to see off a funeral procession, so the journey was quite safe. Moreover, Yang Jian now didn't have to worry even if he encountered a fierce ghost, as he could handle the dangers here.
"Here we are."
Soon, Yang Jian arrived in the middle of an old forest.
This is a clearing that had been deliberately cleared out.
There were six old graves on the clearing, no, seven.
