Tong Qian had already prepared for a desperate fight.
She understood that it would be difficult for her to escape from here. She had already decided to delay the ti for these survivors and see if they could be lucky enough to wait for rescue.
But Yang Jian's sudden appearance made her feel surprised.
"You are... the Ghost Eye detective, Yang Jian?" Tong Qian looked at the man in the corner holding a candle, with a fierce ghost eye on his forehead.
"You have seen my file?" Yang Jian didn't find it strange.
The detective files were shared, and every detective had the right to access the files of other detectives in order to understand and balance each other.
Tong Qian said, "I have seen the files of several ghost tars in Dachang City, including yours, because you are the only surviving ghost tar who has experienced the Ghost Knocking on the Door incident. Are you here to support us?"
"I'm not here to support. Soone agreed to my conditions and let co here to save people. I think the foolish detective who rushed into the ghost domain must be you."
Yang Jian said, "I have seen the previous situation. I didn't want to show up and let you all die in the ghost domain. After I go back, I can report to Zhao Jianguo without anyone finding out that I saw the deaths and did nothing. But your actions just now seed familiar to . I think it's better to give you a hand."
Tong Qian's self-sacrificing behavior reminded him of Zhou Zheng.
Only then did Yang Jian agree to help her.
"How can you do this?" Tong Qian was sowhat annoyed.
"Why can't I?"
Yang Jian said calmly, while holding the candle and walking towards her step by step. "Supernatural incidents cannot be solved by individual heroism. Anyone involved will die, including . I can guarantee not to harm people, but I can't guarantee to save them. I admit that your behavior just now was noble and great, you are a female hero."
"But what about afterwards?"
"You will die, they will die, and there will be another female ghost here. That is the worst outco."
"Solving supernatural incidents itself is a desperate thing, and becoming a detective ans being prepared to sacrifice at any ti," Tong Qian said.
"You telling this is useless. You have to tell it."
He pointed to the old man knocking on the door outside.
"Knock, knock!"
The knocking sound continued, and the survivors kept dying.
At this speed, everyone here would die soon, including Tong Qian.
If a group of people faced the Ghost Knocking on the Door, it would be random, and one person would be randomly chosen to die. But the probability of a ghost tar being chosen was very low.
"Enough, stop talking. Save people quickly. If we continue like this, everyone will die. We can talk after we leave this place," Tong Qian said anxiously.
"Saving people doesn't rely on standing at the door and smiling. It relies on relationships. Watch carefully and learn how I operate," Yang Jian said as he walked over.
Tong Qian's face turned dark.
This guy actually said he was smiling.
But Yang Jian's words confused her.
Relationships?
What does that an?
"Grandpa, we are on the sa side. Please stop knocking and spare these people," Yang Jian said as he walked to the glass door, holding the ghost candle in his hand.
The ghost fire on the candle emitted a green light.
It covered a distance of about three ters around.
When the candlelight approached the old man, his stiff and emaciated hand stopped knocking on the door again, and his stiff body slowly retreated.
This ghost was forced back by the candlelight.
"This works too?"
Tong Qian widened her eyes, unable to believe it.
Was this ghost Yang Jian's deceased grandfather? Did he really spare these people because of their relationship?
No, that candle.
Tong Qian's gaze stopped on the crimson candle.
The eerie candlelight flickered in the darkness, as if reflecting countless evil ghost shadows.
"Professor Bruce's stuff is still useful. It even forced the knocking ghost back. But the candle is burning faster now," Yang Jian said, looking at the ghost candle in his hand.
When he lit the candle before, it seed like it couldn't burn no matter what, there was no movent at all. But now...
He saw that the candle was clearly burning and decreasing, and the closer it was to the old man, the faster it burned.
"One minute, I'll only give you one minute to leave. This is my limit. How many people can be saved depends on you," Yang Jian turned around and said, "The door is over there, where I appeared before. Many things in the ghost domain have changed, and what your eyes see may not be true."
"I understand," Tong Qian seized this safe period and imdiately shouted, "Those who want to survive, follow . The exit is here."
But among the survivors, there were many who had ntal breakdowns, and it was unknown how much of Tong Qian's words they could comprehend and how many would follow the instructions.
But Yang Jian didn't care about all of this.
He looked at the old man standing in the shadow outside the candlelight, his gaze serious.
This was the second ti he had seen this old man.
Seeing him again made him feel creepy, but he had a deep hostility towards this ghost, even hatred.
It had killed too many of his classmates and almost killed him.
"How can I lock you up, old man?" Yang Jian murmured.
"It doesn't matter, there will be opportunities in the future. As long as I am in the ghost domain, I will never die at your hands as long as I remain vigilant. And to , you are a double-edged sword. I will need you in the future.""It's about ti, Grandpa, goodbye."
He glanced at his phone and saw that more than a minute and ten seconds had passed.
He was overdue.
Without hesitation, he held up the ghost candle and turned to leave.
As he turned to leave, the candlelight receded.
The old man ca over again.
"Don't cower here, hurry up, get up and leave with ."
"Stop crying, if we don't leave now, it will be too late."
"What are you doing lying on the ground, get up quickly."
Tong Qian was extrely anxious.
Terror struck, these city dwellers had poor ntal quality. If they weren't screaming in panic, they were curled up in corners shivering, and so were so scared that they collapsed on the ground.
"Yang Jian, wait a little longer, there are still people who haven't caught up." She hurriedly shouted when she saw Yang Jian raising the candle and preparing to leave.
"No problem, I'll wait for you outside." Yang Jian agreed readily.
Tong Qian was both angry and anxious.
Once you leave, they will lose their way again in the Ghost Realm, and they will undoubtedly die.
"Do you want to stay with them?" Yang Jian asked again.
Tong Qian urged several tis, only two or three people barely stood up, but there were still many people she couldn't take care of.
Watching the green candlelight getting further and further away, it seed that Yang Jian would not stay for these survivors.
Once he left, not only the remaining survivors, but even she would die here.
"If you don't leave, you will all die, you decide." Tong Qian shouted angrily, then turned and left, pulling a few survivors to quickly follow.
As soon as the people left.
The candlelight receded.
Darkness struck again, enveloping the place.
The knocking sound echoed again in the shop, cries and screams gradually beca scarce, and finally completely disappeared, everything returned to a deathly silence.
Finally, the knocking sound also disappeared.
The old man outside the door, shrouded in darkness, also turned and slowly left.
However, the Ghost Realm was still there.
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