After Yang Jian examined the Ghost Taxi and confirmed some situations, he felt that the taxi temporarily had no risk of losing control, so he threw it into the safe house and ignored it.
Returning to his residence, Zhang Liqin had already prepared the meal.
After a simple meal, Yang Jian asked Zhang Liqin to begin recording the various experiences of this trip to Dadong City.
Zhang Liqin's handwritten notes had already become a thick book, each page involving the various bizarre supernatural events Yang Jian encountered.
After finishing these, it was already late at night.
The day passed peacefully.
However, in another old district of Dachang City, the night was not as peaceful.
This was a slightly old urban area, cold and deserted, with only a few lights at night. The occupancy rate was alarmingly low, and there weren't even passing vehicles around.
Usually, this place was very quiet, without any sound at this time.
But today, for some reason, a group of young men appeared.
