8 PM at night.
In the top floor office of Shangtong Tower.
Yang Jian sat in a chair, playing with an oil lamp made of Gold in his hand. Although the lamp was not lit, a faint smell of rotting corpse wafted from the black and turbid wick.
He took off his gloves and lightly touched the wick with his charred fingers.
Instantly, the oil lamp was ignited.
"As expected, the furnace fire on the Ghost Hand is still burning continuously, able to ignite this Corpse Oil Lamp. After all, corpse oil is also a kind of supernatural entity."
Yang Jian immediately put on his gloves and then extinguished the flame again.
However, this was just a small experiment in his leisure time.
At this moment, Huang Ziya pushed the door open and walked in: "Captain, the people from the Exorcism Club have arrived."
"Let them in." Yang Jian placed the oil lamp aside and looked up.
"You can come in now."
