The training base, almost shrouded in darkness.
Yang Jian stood at the entrance of the base, baggage in hand, his expression solemn and brows deeply furrowed.
"Back here again?"
He had prepared to leave and had successfully departed the training base, but after making a round outside, he found himself back at the starting point. Continuing to walk forward, there always seemed to be a training base waiting for him. All the roads within the darkness seemed to lead to the same place, as if luring him toward the location where the malevolent spirits dwelled.
"It's exactly like the situation in Huanggang Village; back then, it was a village I couldn't walk out of, but now it's a training base I can't leave. Did the ghostly thing Wang Xiaoming released fully inherit the characteristics of the ghost from Huanggang Village?"
"Moreover, this kind of ghost's domain is very special."
