Back at the apartment.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, Yang Jian finally rid himself of the faint stench of death that seemed to linger on him.
Having spent several days in Huanggang Village, he felt as if the scent of death was growing stronger on him. This change wasn't just physical; mentally, he was no longer fearful of corpses, death, or blood.
It was as if he was born to adapt.
Beyond that, the psychological changes were the most terrifying.
It seemed like Yang Jian and the evil ghost inside him were slowly merging.
When he walked out of the bathroom,
Jiang Yan, sitting in front of the computer, looked at him with an expression as if her parents had just died and said, "I'm freaking out. I feel like I'm about to go bankrupt."
Yang Jian asked, "What happened?"
Jiang Yan said, "Remember you asked me to trade gold last time?"
