By the time Yang Jian had returned to the Ping'an Hotel to rest,
the danger on the outskirts of the city had not yet disappeared. In fact, for some, the current situation was even more severe than before. Although the overall situation might have slightly improved, the ghost had not yet departed, let alone been resolved.
The flame of the Ghost Candle burned eerily and distinctly.
It was like two dense clumps of dark fog, coalescing without dispersing. At the heart of those two candle lights, Zong Shan, the guide, was tensed to the extreme.
The light of the Ghost Candle in his hand was gradually weakening, and the white candle was now down to a small section, barely lasting another ten minutes. Once this Ghost Candle was completely burned out, the enticing light for the ghost would be extinguished.
He knew that there wasn't too much danger after the candlelight in his hand went out.
But it would be different once the Ghost Candle on Guo Fan's body went out.
