On a patch of open ground at the training base.
Yang Jian, Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, Huang Ziya, and a few others gathered together, forming a small circle.
However, in their midst stood a white candle.
Once lit, this candle burned strangely, emitting a black glow that enveloped them, as if they were immersed in darkness.
The candlelight flickered.
A cold, gloomy aura surrounded them in this quiet, open, and dark environment, where any slight rustling could make each person's tense nerves twitch.
The Ghost Candle had been burning for over ten seconds.
Everyone's mood was heavy because from this point on, the next period of time was likely when real ghosts could possibly appear nearby. They had to be vigilant of any movement around and determine the ghost's location immediately.
Yang Jian squatted down and opened his luggage bag, seemingly making quick preparations.
