Huanggang Village?
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he surveyed the rural village along the road leading into it.
The entirety of Huanggang Village had a semi-new, semi-old feel to it.
The houses at the front were newly built rural villas that were quite pleasing to the eye, but the houses at the back of the village were very ancient. Not only were there earthen houses, but there were even wooden houses dating back more than a hundred years. Some of these wooden houses were inhabited by the elderly, while others were abandoned, with their windows fallen out and doors half-open, shrouded in darkness, not even penetrated by sunlight.
It carried a sense of eeriness.
But this was not surprising.
Every rural area was like this, but thinking about the presence of a real ghost here was quite unsettling.
"Hey, Liu Xiaoyu?" Yang Jian decided to ask for information first and dialed his satellite-located phone.
