The agreed fifteen minutes had only passed eight minutes at this moment.
However, this supernatural place was already beginning to exhibit its truly terrifying nature, countless ghosts with yellow paper covering their faces surged from all directions, and the air was filled with the smell of burning ashes. But Yang Jian was not unfamiliar with all of this, as he had once with Zhou Deng passed by here on a haunted bus while delivering letters.
Only that time, the bus stopped at a crossroads, at that crossroads, there was a fire basin, and what burned within was this kind of yellow paper.....
The crossroads he passed should be within this silent county town, now just the same place but a different location.
The ghosts rushing in blocked the retreat of everyone wrapped within, including Yang Jian.
