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If possible, Yang Jian would not actively participate in any supernatural events.
But many things in this world are beyond his control.
The supernatural events here must be resolved.
Even if it has nothing to do with Zhang Wei's safety, in order to ensure his own interests, there must not be any supernatural events in this community. Any signs of trouble must be dealt with promptly.
After all, Yang Jian will live here in the future.
And he also owns 40% of this community.
However, Yang Jian now suspects that Zhang Xiangu's willingness to give up 40% so readily is also due to his protection of Zhang Wei?
"Brother Tui, there are only two of us. Isn't it a bit weak? Should I call a few bodyguards?" Zhang Wei said nervously.
"You make sense, but I feel like I'm about to die soon." Zhang Wei said.
"You were already about to die. I just forcibly extended your life." Yang Jian said.
The ghost that followed Zhang Wei had actually appeared several times, but he had discovered its identity and it disappeared.
Although he didn't know what the ghost would do after leaving the mirror, if the ghost's goal was achieved, it would definitely not be a good thing.
Soon, the two arrived in front of this old house.
The entrance was overgrown with weeds, and the two half-rotten wooden doors were half open. Through the half-open door, they could see that the inside was also overgrown with weeds, covered in moss. And because this house had no windows, even though it was a hot day outside and the sun was scorching, it was still dim and cold inside.
Ordinary people would be afraid just by coming here, let alone whether there were ghosts or not.
"Go in and take a look." Yang Jian said.
He didn't act rashly. He carried a ghost candle with him. If the situation was not right, he would leave directly using the ghost domain, and if that didn't work, he would use the ghost candle.
He just came to find out the situation and didn't intend to confront any possible ghosts head-on.
Although this house was old, the inside was not small.
After entering, there was a spacious front hall, and further ahead was the main hall.
The main hall was piled with some old farming tools. It seemed that the older generation used this place as a warehouse. However, because no one had managed it for a long time, and the roof leaked, there was a musty smell here.
"Brother Tui, how is it inside? Are there any ghosts?" Zhang Wei shouted from outside the door, lowering his voice.
"Why haven't you come in yet?" Yang Jian turned his head and raised an eyebrow.
Zhang Wei shouted again in a low voice, "If there's nothing wrong, let's go back and play PUBG together. I'm really good at it, I'll carry you."
"Take another look before we go back." Yang Jian said.
He looked up and looked towards the second floor.
The uneasiness in his heart came from the second floor. Everything on the first floor seemed normal.
Just as he was about to prepare to go up the stairs.
Suddenly, footsteps came from behind the main hall on the first floor, along with voices.
"Who?" Yang Jian suddenly shouted.
"Do you see? This is the famous haunted house in our village. It's going to be demolished soon. If you don't come today, you won't be able to see it in a few days. Now, Tiger will take you to explore the mysterious world of the unknown."
At this time, two young people appeared, one holding a phone to record, and the other speaking into the camera.
Yang Jian's shout scared the young man named Tiger, and he turned around and ran.
"Big brother, that rich second generation." The person filming recognized Zhang Wei.
At this time, many bullet comments appeared on the person filming's phone.
"Almost scared me to death."
"So there really are ghosts."
"Scared the shit out of me. I thought there were really ghosts, but I didn't expect to encounter someone like us."
Yang Jian frowned and walked over, "Who are you guys?"
"Who are you? I'm live streaming here. What are you doing shouting like that in broad daylight? You scared Tiger." The person who called himself Tiger said, then he said to the camera, "No problem, it's just a small situation. Tiger can handle it."
"Live streaming?" Yang Jian looked at it.
"Even if you're live streaming, don't come to a place . Get out." He said, and then many bullet comments appeared on the person filming's phone.
"This guy is so arrogant. If it were me, I would suppress him with just a keyboard."
"I think this person is very brave. Tiger, you better leave."
"Why leave? Let's fight. Can you bear it if you get beaten up, Tiger?"
Tiger sneered, "Kid, what's with your arrogance? Do you know who I am? I'm known as Tiger online. Don't mess with me, or I'll lie down and accuse you of molestation."
"Damn, Tiger's move is impressive."
"Professional provocation, brother, you've caused big trouble."
When Zhang Wei saw this guy, he immediately rushed over and kicked him, "You dare to come here and live stream? I'll beat you to death."
"Look, it's Zhang Wei, the guy who was caught on camera while pooping last time."
"I remember, his butt is big and white, it makes me excited."
"Don't mess with this guy, he's a rich second generation. If he calls, more than a hundred workers will listen to him. You'll definitely be beaten to shit."
Tiger quickly dodged and said, "It's a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to film you pooping in the wild last time."
"If you can't beat him, call me."Yang Jian watched as Zhang Wei chased after the man called Brother Tiger, but he didn't offer any help. If Zhang Wei got into a fight, he would at most get injured. But if he himself got involved, someone might end up dead.
It was enough to let Zhang Wei keep these two guys busy so they wouldn't cause any trouble.
The corridor on the second floor was dim and damp, the floor a bit slippery. The further he walked, the darker it became. At the end of the corridor was a wall of green bricks, but along the entire passage, there were three rooms, each with a door.
The first door was a heavy iron one, like a fortress from the war era, studded with sturdy rivets. The door was covered with moss and rust, and it seemed like it had never been opened, there wasn't even a door handle.
"No, this door isn't iron, it's gold." Yang Jian reached out and touched it, his eyes narrowing.
Rust fell off, revealing a hint of bright golden color underneath.
Upon closer inspection, there was no doubt that this door was made of gold, only covered with a layer of iron to deceive the eye.
But due to the passage of time, and poor maintenance, the iron had completely rusted away, and a large piece could be peeled off with a simple pull.
"A door cast in gold... There must be something extraordinary inside." Yang Jian felt a chill and slowly withdrew his hand. Follow current novels on novel✶fire.net
What situation would require a door to be cast in gold?
According to his thinking, only when imprisoning a ghost would it be worth using gold to cast a door.
"This building dates back a hundred years. Could it be that there were ghost tamers a hundred years ago?" Yang Jian's expression changed uncertainly, "Or am I overthinking it? Could it just be a wealthy person from the past hiding their wealth in this way?"
He wasn't sure, but the conclusion he came to in his heart leaned towards the first possibility.
The second door was a copper one, covered with verdigris, also without a handle. It was incredibly heavy and blended with the surrounding walls. To open it, one would have to break the wall.
Yang Jian knocked on it.
There was no echo, indicating the extraordinary thickness of this copper door.
The third door was a wooden one, with locks from top to bottom, about seven or eight in total.
But at this moment, all these locks had been cut off by someone, and the door had been opened. With a light push, it creaked open slowly.
A cold, gloomy air rushed out, making one shiver involuntarily.
Yang Jian took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it inside, but he didn't rush in.
The surrounding green brick walls were very thick. The room, which looked spacious, was actually only about five square meters. He estimated the thickness of the walls... at least three meters.
This kind of construction was definitely not for habitation.
Yang Jian was increasingly convinced that the purpose of building these three rooms was to imprison something very dangerous, possibly even a ghost.
"No, that's not right. If the owner of this place really built it to imprison ghosts, it would be foolish to spend such a large amount of money to build a house . It's too conspicuous and doesn't fit the intention of hiding the truth. If it were me, I would definitely build a basement, bury it in a deserted place, and dig deep. This way, even after a hundred years, or two hundred, or three hundred years, it might not be found."
"In other words, what's inside this room might not be a ghost..."
Yang Jian tried to analyze the situation here with the little information he had.