If it were up to him, Yang Jian would not willingly involve himself in any supernatural events.
But in this world, there are many things you can’t control, regardless of whether you want to or not.
The supernatural occurrences here must be resolved.
Even if they are not related to Zhang Wei’s life safety, in order to ensure his own interests, there must absolutely be no supernatural events in this housing complex. Any sign of trouble must be nipped in the bud.
After all, Yang Jian planned to live here in the future.
And he also owned a forty percent stake in this complex.
However, Yang Jian now wondered if Zhang Xiangu’s willingness to give up such a large stake so readily was also for the sake of protecting Zhang Wei?
"Brother Tui, is it just the two of us? Don’t you think we’re a bit outnumbered? Should I call a few more bodyguards?" Zhang Wei asked, feeling a bit uneasy.
Yang Jian said, "What good are bodyguards? They can’t deal with ghosts, and if sothing really happens, at most you’ll be the only one who dies. There’s no need to drag others into it."
"That sounds logical, but why do I feel like I’m about to be in big trouble?" Zhang Wei said.
"You were already in trouble. I forcibly extended your life," Yang Jian said.
The ghost following Zhang Wei had actually tried to co out several tis but vanished again after Yang Jian discerned its identity.
Although he didn’t know what the ghost intended to do after leaving the mirror, if it achieved its goal, it certainly wouldn’t be anything good.
Soon.
The two arrived in front of the dilapidated house.
Weeds overgrew the entrance, and the wooden doors, nearly rotted through, were half-open. Through the gap in the door, it was clear that the inside was also overgrown with weeds and covered in moss. And because the house had no windows, despite the sweltering heat and the harsh sunlight outside, the interior remained dim and cold.
Ordinary people would be frightened by the environnt alone, let alone the presence of ghosts.
"Let’s go in and have a look," Yang Jian said.
He didn’t act rashly. He carried a Ghost Candle with him, ready to use Ghost Domain to leave imdiately if sothing felt off. And if things really turned south, he would use the Ghost Candle.
He was just there to assess the situation and did not intend to confront any ghosts that might appear.
Though the house was old, the interior wasn’t small.
After entering, there was a reasonably spacious antechamber, followed by the main hall.
The main hall was cluttered with old farm tools. It seed that the older generation had used this place as a storage area. But due to years of neglect and a leaking roof, the air was filled with a musty sll.
"Brother Tui, what’s it like inside? Any ghosts?" Zhang Wei still stood outside, whispering loudly.
"Why haven’t you co in yet?" Yang Jian turned to look back and raised an eyebrow.
"I’m scared."
Zhang Wei whispered again, "If there’s nothing in there, let’s go back and play ’Chicken’ together. My recoil control is super steady. I’ll carry you to victory."
Yang Jian said, "I’ll look around a bit more, then we’ll head back."
His gaze shifted to the second floor.
That sense of unease ca from the second floor; everything on the first floor was normal.
Just as he was about to step up the stairs.
At that mont, suddenly, the sound of footsteps and voices ca from behind the main hall on the first floor.
"Who’s there?" Yang Jian suddenly called out.
"Did you see that? That’s the notorious haunted house of our village. It’s about to be demolished. If you don’t see it now, it will be gone in a few days. Brother Hwu is taking you to check it out in daylight. We’ll co back at night to see if there are really ghosts here.
Rember to double-tap 666, Brother Hwu will lead you into the unknown mysterious world."
At this ti, two youngsters, one holding a mobile phone filming, the other speaking to the cara, were seen.
"Damn."
Yang Jian’s shout scared the younger one, known as Brother Hwu, who turned and ran.
"Bro, that rich second-generation guy," the one filming said, recognizing Zhang Wei.
At that mont, many comnts started popping up on the phone.
"Nearly freaked out, huh?"
"There’s a ghost, right?"
"You scared the hell out of . I really thought there were ghosts. Turns out we’ve stumbled upon one of our own."
Yang Jian frowned and walked over. "Who are you?"
"Who the hell are you, I’m livestreaming here, what are you shouting and screaming for in broad daylight? You scared the bejesus out of Brother Hwu." Said the man who claid to be Brother Hwu, then he looked into the cara and said, "No worries, just a little hiccup, Brother Hwu can handle it."
"Livestream?" Yang Jian glanced around.
"Even if you are livestreaming, don’t co to a place like this, get lost."
As he finished speaking, a flurry of comnts flashed across the phone of the person filming behind him.
"This kid is so arrogant, if it were , I would have taken the keyboard and suppressed him on the spot."
"It looks like this guy has the courage of a thousand n, Brother Hwu, get out quick."
"Get out, fight, can you take being talked to like that, Brother Hwu?"
Brother Hwu curled his lips and said, "Kid, why the arrogance, do you even know who I am? I’m the Brother Hwu known online, don’t stir up trouble, or I might just lie down and sue you for harassnt."
"Wow, Brother Hwu, that’s so slick maneuvering."
"Professional scam artist, bro, you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble."
As soon as Zhang Wei saw this guy, he imdiately rushed over and kicked him; "You still dare to livestream here, I’m gonna beat you to death."
"Look, it’s Zhang Wei, the guy who got caught pooping on cara last ti."
"I rember, his butt is so big and white it even made heart flutter."
"Don’t ss with this one, he’s a rich second generation, Brother Hwu, you better scram. With a single call, more than a hundred workers will heed his command, you’ll definitely get the shit beat out of you."
Brother Hwu quickly dodged, saying hurriedly, "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, last ti it wasn’t intentional when I fild you going to the toilet outdoors."
"If you can’t handle it, call ."
Yang Jian watched as Zhang Wei chased after the guy called Brother Hwu. He didn’t intervene; Zhang Wei at worst would get hurt, but if he got involved, people could end up dead.
Letting Zhang Wei entangle these two guys to keep them from causing trouble was better.
The hallway on the second floor was dim and damp, the floor was sowhat slippery, and as you walked further down, the hallway beca increasingly dark, ending on a wall of green bricks. But on the side of this entire corridor were three rooms, each with its own door.
The first was a heavy iron door, like a bunker from warti, studded with solid rivets, the door covered with moss and rust, and it seed it had never been intended to be opened, as it had no handle.
"No, this door isn’t iron, it’s gold." Yang Jian reached out and felt it, his pupils contracted.
Rust fell away, revealing a sliver of bright golden color.
After a closer inspection, there was no doubt that the whole door was made of gold, only it was covered with a layer of iron sheet to deceive the unsuspecting.
But due to the long passage of ti, coupled with poor maintenance, the iron had completely rusted away, allowing large chunks to be peeled off easily.
"A door cast in gold... There must be sothing extraordinary inside." Yang Jian felt a chill and slowly retracted his hand.
Under what circumstances would one need a door cast in gold?
According to his thoughts, it would only be worth using gold for a door when imprisoning ghosts.
"This building’s history can be traced back a hundred years, could it be there were ghost handlers a century ago?" Yang Jian’s expression changed: "Or am I overthinking it, and it was just so rich person from the past hiding their wealth in this way?"
He wasn’t certain, but the conclusion in his heart leaned towards the forr.
The second door was made of copper, covered with verdigris and also lacked a handle, heavy beyond asure and blending into the surrounding walls. To open it, one would have to smash through the wall.
Yang Jian knocked on it.
There was no echo, indicating the extraordinary thickness of the copper door.
The third door was made of wood, with a lock, and had about seven or eight locks running top to bottom.
But now, all of these locks had been cut through with tools, and the door had been opened, swinging open with a creak at the lightest push.
A cold draft struck, making one shiver involuntarily.
Yang Jian took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the inside but didn’t rush in.
The thick green brick walls made the seemingly spacious room actually only about five square ters. He estimated the thickness of the walls... at least three ters or more.
This kind of construction was definitely not ant for habitation.
The more he saw, the more Yang Jian believed that the original purpose of constructing these three rooms was to incarcerate sothing very dangerous, and it might even have been ghosts.
"No, that’s not right, if the owner of this place really intended to detain ghosts all those years ago, then it would be foolish to spend so much wealth on building such an estate; it draws too much attention and doesn’t fit with the intention of covering up the truth. If it were , I’d build a basent and bury it deep in so desolate place.
That way, not just a hundred years but even two or three hundred years might pass without it being found."
"Which ans, what’s in these rooms may not be ghosts..."
Yang Jian tried to analyze the situation based on the scant information available.
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