Inside a luxury hotel in Da'ao City.
"Wow, this is really amazing, Yang Jian, look at this presidential suite bed, it's so big and soft. Do you want to try it?"
Jiang Yan lay on the bed, rolling around with a smile on her face, then turned her gaze with a hint of seduction towards Yang Jian standing by the window.
Yang Jian ignored her. This room was on a high floor of the hotel, overlooking Da'ao City.
At this mont, the ghost-eye had opened, and the city was being spied upon by him, exposing all its secrets and hidden things.
But there were also places here that he couldn't spy on.
A few safehouses, an old house, a rental apartnt, a villa... and a place called Daxing Entertainnt City.
So of these places were blocked by Gold, so were shrouded in supernatural interference, obstructing his vision, while others exuded mystery and eeriness, hinting at the presence of lingering ghosts.
Clearly, beneath this seemingly prosperous and peaceful city lay so unknown terrors.
"Daxing Entertainnt City? It seems the place where Wang Bin and Zhang Xiangu went before was there. Sure enough, there is supernatural interference. So, their terrible loss wasn't just due to bad luck but supernatural influence. As I had suspected, this is a setup targeting ," Yang Jian thought to himself.
He didn't believe the other party would use supernatural powers just for Zhang Xiangu and Wang Bin's wealth worth billions.
Everyone in the supernatural circle knows that Shangtong Tower in Dachang City is Yang Jian's place.
"What are you looking at? Is it that interesting? Standing at the window all day, don't you ever get tired of looking?" Jiang Yan pouted slightly, complaining as she walked over.
She too tried to look outside.
Although the scenery wasn't much, it beca boring after a while.
Yang Jian slowly withdrew his gaze at this mont, then turned to ask, "This ti we might co into contact with people from the supernatural circle. If you're scared, you can fly back now."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yan blinked: "That makes even more determined not to go back."
"Why?" Yang Jian asked. "Have you beco braver?"
Jiang Yan giggled, holding onto his arm: "Where else would be safer than by your side? If you can't protect , I wouldn't be alive today. Also, if they want to deal with , they'd have to deal with you first. If they really want to co after , hiding anywhere would be useless, don't you think?"
"You've beco smarter." Yang Jian looked at her, then slowly turned his gaze away.
"I'm not stupid." Jiang Yan pouted.
Indeed, as long as Yang Jian was alive, those around him would always be safe. No one would be foolish enough to bypass Yang Jian and target his people, as it would only infuriate him, causing even more trouble.
Moreover, the only real threats were the ghost tars; ordinary people posed no threat.
Last ti when Zhang Wei was kidnapped by Sun Ren, Sun Ren didn't dare to harm him but released him imdiately after getting what he wanted.
Because Sun Ren knew his aim was to gain profit, not to provoke Yang Jian and be hunted by a top ghost tar.
"Since you're not stupid, stay in the hotel. I'm going out for a walk alone now," Yang Jian said.
"Weren't we supposed to be traveling together? Why not take with you?" Jiang Yan asked.
Yang Jian replied, "Your mouth is too noisy, just like my mom. I'll show up for dinner at six, let Wang Bin and Zhang Xiangu be ready; the location remains the sa, at Xinji Restaurant."
As he finished speaking, a red light suddenly flashed around.
Then he abruptly vanished before her eyes, leaving no trace.
Jiang Yan wasn't surprised by such sudden disappearances, but she started to doubt herself, "Am I really that annoying? No way, he's trying to shake off by saying that. I can't be fooled. If I'm a mute every day, I'd surely be ignored. Only by clinging to him more can I make him care more about ."
She fantasized, persistently trying to win over Yang Jian.
This was the biggest adjustnt in her life, and Jiang Yan was eagerly imrsed in it.
After Yang Jian left the hotel, he didn't wander around Da'ao City. He was unfamiliar with this city, feeling alienated by its culture and environnt. As soone who had lived in Dachang City for a long ti, he felt out of place here.
But he still decided to explore a few places.
Soon.
He appeared in front of an underground safehouse.
"A high-level safehouse." Yang Jian squinted slightly, placing his hand on the cold tal door.
Grabbing the door handle, he pulled it strongly.
The heavy tal door deford instantly, and red lights started flashing around, triggering alarms.
But Yang Jian was unfazed, continuing to open the safehouse door by force.
He stepped inside, finding a large basent with food, water, and so survival equipnt stored there. Besides, there were so valuable items like antiques, paintings, and gold.
"A safehouse only used to store wealth? Must have been built for ergencies. My concern is unnecessary."
After taking a quick tour around, Yang Jian shook his head and left promptly.
He hadn't been gone long.
People arrived with security guards at the safehouse in haste.
"The outside alarm didn't trigger, but the one inside the safehouse did. Soone breached it and opened the safehouse directly."
Leading the group was a mature man in his thirties. His face looked sowhat grim as he went inside to take stock.
He discovered that nothing was lost; only the main door had been damaged.
"Soone from the supernatural circle has been here, and they're a figure not to be trifled with."
The man took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly with an inexplicable fear.
Despite the high level of security, the intruder seed to have strolled in and out effortlessly, as if on a casual walk.
"Go check the surveillance caras." The mature man snapped back to reality, ready to review the footage to see who had visited this place.
anwhile, Yang Jian had already gone to investigate another location. He didn't find anything wrong with his actions,
as he needed to check for hidden dangers and ascertain what was inside the safe house.
The second location was not a safe house but a residential building in the old part of Da'ao City.
It was a 24-story old building, but due to years of disrepair and incomplete facilities, few people lived there. Only so old folks clinging to the past and so tenants temporarily living there due to financial difficulties.
Even so, the building was not fully occupied.
Yang Jian stopped in front of the building, not entering it.
Passersby cast curious and odd looks at him as he stood there.
"Young man, looking to rent a place? I have an apartnt, cheap for rent," an elderly man greeted him with a smile.
Yang Jian glanced at him without speaking.
At this mont, a woman nearby warned, "Young man, don't rent here. Recently, several young n disappeared inside this building. An old lady said she saw ghosts in the corridors. There's sothing unclean here, and they say at night, strange people roam the halls like they're searching for sothing."
"This place is quite eerie; if you listen to , you'd hurry and look elsewhere."
"What eerie stuff? Don't listen to that old lady's nonsense. I grew up here; if there were ghosts, how could I still be alive?" the old man loudly retorted.
"Just because there weren't any before doesn't an there aren't any now," the woman replied.
The old man, angry at having his business interrupted, started cursing, while the woman didn't back down, and the two began arguing below the building.
Yang Jian remained expressionless, still inspecting the building.
His Ghost Eye on his forehead began to peer in.
Exploring floor by floor.
At close range, Yang Jian could see things very clearly.
However, as he observed the first floor, second floor, third floor... when he reached the eighteenth floor,
suddenly,
a room's door started to shake violently but then quickly cald down.
The door was tightly locked, with seven or eight locks of varying ages, the oldest being a rusty old brass lock, while the newest was added a couple of years ago, seemingly to ensure no one could open it.
Moreover, the door was very sturdy, with an iron gate outside. Without so brute force, there was no way to open it.
"Is there sothing supernatural inside?" Yang Jian stared at the oldest brass lock.
He had seen this type of brass lock before.
In the past, at the eerie mansion, he saw an identical brass lock on the door of the mysterious room where Sister Hong stayed.
However, the mansion's brass lock was well-preserved, while this one was covered in rust and dust.
"The sa lock, the keys might be interchangeable; I might be able to open it," Yang Jian hesitated internally.
But eventually, he dismissed the idea.
This was Da'ao City, not his Dachang City. There was no need for him to create trouble.
If he opened that brass lock and sothing extraordinary got released, he would have to clean up the ss for the person in charge here.
Better not risk it.
Without hesitation, Yang Jian turned and walked away.
He headed to the third location he couldn't peer into.
The third place was an ancient mansion from the Republic of China Period that had not been abandoned. Instead, it was renovated and turned into a restaurant that was still operating, though it had few patrons. Business looked quite poor.
Yang Jian frowned slightly as he walked into the restaurant.
Upon entering, his expression darkened.
Because he slled a familiar scent.
It was the sll of burning corpse oil.
Yang Jian looked up at the suspended oil lamp on the ceiling.
The source of the sll was there.
"A restaurant lighting a corpse oil lamp—is it cooking for the living or for the dead?" Yang Jian's eyes wandered slightly, observing the food on the custors' tables.
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