Although Yang Jian wanted to know a lot, Feng Quan seemed willing to patiently explain to him.
This kind of verbal communication was the best way to resolve misunderstandings.
After all, they had indeed been out to kill each other before, and to survive in this village, or even to leave it, they had to clear the air of any hard feelings.
Otherwise, it would be detrimental for the cooperation that lay ahead.
Zhang Han's reminder made the two men immediately look outside the house.
The sky outside was beginning to darken again. Although it wasn't darkening as quickly as before, in less than ten minutes, the village was going to enter another pitch-black night.
"That ghost is going to come. It won't pass up this chance. As long as I reveal myself, it will definitely appear. It's always been like this; its obsession with the coffin runs deep," Feng Quan said, his usually cold face showing some gravity.
