Three sports cars set off in succession, following the country road towards Dachang City.
There were five people when they arrived.
But now, there were only three left on the return trip.
Less than a day had passed.
No, to be precise, from encountering the ghost to leaving, it all happened in less than an hour.
This must be the fastest retreat for a group of ghost handlers.
"Zhang Yiming, don't you think it's inappropriate for us to just leave like this?" Inside the car, the few were linked by call, and Zhang Han hesitated.
Ye Jun, who was driving the lead car, scoffed coldly: "Then you go back and save him. I've been annoyed by this Yang Jian for a while, but given the circumstances, I've been holding back, not stooping to his level. You saw how terrifying that ghost was. We hadn't even seen its face before two of us died, and He Sheng and Ouyang Tian lost the ghosts inside them."
"How many ghosts are there in Huanggang Village now, can you figure that out for me?"
