If it were up to him, Yang Jian would not willingly involve himself in any supernatural events.
But in this world, there are many things you can't control, regardless of whether you want to or not.
The supernatural occurrences here must be resolved.
Even if they are not related to Zhang Wei's life safety, in order to ensure his own interests, there must absolutely be no supernatural events in this housing complex. Any sign of trouble must be nipped in the bud.
After all, Yang Jian planned to live here in the future.
And he also owned a forty percent stake in this complex.
However, Yang Jian now wondered if Zhang Xiangu's willingness to give up such a large stake so readily was also for the sake of protecting Zhang Wei?
"Brother Tui, is it just the two of us? Don't you think we're a bit outnumbered? Should I call a few more bodyguards?" Zhang Wei asked, feeling a bit uneasy.
Yang Jian said, "What good are bodyguards? They can't deal with ghosts, and if something really happens, at most you'll be the only one who dies. There's no need to drag others into it."
"That sounds logical, but why do I feel like I'm about to be in big trouble?" Zhang Wei said.
"You were already in trouble. I forcibly extended your life," Yang Jian said.
The ghost following Zhang Wei had actually tried to come out several times but vanished again after Yang Jian discerned its identity.
Although he didn't know what the ghost intended to do after leaving the mirror, if it achieved its goal, it certainly wouldn't be anything good.
The two arrived in front of the dilapidated house.
Weeds overgrew the entrance, and the wooden doors, nearly rotted through, were half-open. Through the gap in the door, it was clear that the inside was also overgrown with weeds and covered in moss. And because the house had no windows, despite the sweltering heat and the harsh sunlight outside, the interior remained dim and cold.
Ordinary people would be frightened by the environment alone, let alone the presence of ghosts.
"Let's go in and have a look," Yang Jian said.
He didn't act rashly. He carried a Ghost Candle with him, ready to use Ghost Domain to leave immediately if something felt off. And if things really turned south, he would use the Ghost Candle.
He was just there to assess the situation and did not intend to confront any ghosts that might appear.
Though the house was old, the interior wasn't small.
After entering, there was a reasonably spacious antechamber, followed by the main hall.
The main hall was cluttered with old farm tools. It seemed that the older generation had used this place as a storage area. But due to years of neglect and a leaking roof, the air was filled with a musty smell.
"Brother Tui, what's it like inside? Any ghosts?" Zhang Wei still stood outside, whispering loudly.
"Why haven't you come in yet?" Yang Jian turned to look back and raised an eyebrow.
Zhang Wei whispered again, "If there's nothing in there, let's go back and play 'Chicken' together. My recoil control is super steady. I'll carry you to victory."
Yang Jian said, "I'll look around a bit more, then we'll head back."
His gaze shifted to the second floor.
That sense of unease came from the second floor; everything on the first floor was normal.
Just as he was about to step up the stairs.
At that moment, suddenly, the sound of footsteps and voices came from behind the main hall on the first floor.
"Who's there?" Yang Jian suddenly called out.
"Did you see that? That's the notorious haunted house of our village. It's about to be demolished. If you don't see it now, it will be gone in a few days. Brother Hwu is taking you to check it out in daylight. We'll come back at night to see if there are really ghosts here.
Remember to double-tap 666, Brother Hwu will lead you into the unknown mysterious world."
At this time, two youngsters, one holding a mobile phone filming, the other speaking to the camera, were seen.
Yang Jian's shout scared the younger one, known as Brother Hwu, who turned and ran.
"Bro, that rich second-generation guy," the one filming said, recognizing Zhang Wei.
At that moment, many comments started popping up on the phone.
"Nearly freaked out, huh?"
"There's a ghost, right?"
"You scared the hell out of me. I really thought there were ghosts. Turns out we've stumbled upon one of our own."
Yang Jian frowned and walked over. "Who are you?"
"Who the hell are you, I'm livestreaming here, what are you shouting and screaming for in broad daylight? You scared the bejesus out of Brother Hwu." Said the man who claimed to be Brother Hwu, then he looked into the camera and said, "No worries, just a little hiccup, Brother Hwu can handle it."
"Livestream?" Yang Jian glanced around.
"Even if you are livestreaming, don't come to a place , get lost."
As he finished speaking, a flurry of comments flashed across the phone of the person filming behind him.
"This kid is so arrogant, if it were me, I would have taken the keyboard and suppressed him on the spot."
"It looks guy has the courage of a thousand men, Brother Hwu, get out quick."
"Get out, fight, can you take being talked to like that, Brother Hwu?"
Brother Hwu curled his lips and said, "Kid, why the arrogance, do you even know who I am? I'm the Brother Hwu known online, don't stir up trouble, or I might just lie down and sue you for harassment."
"Wow, Brother Hwu, that's some slick maneuvering."
"Professional scam artist, bro, you've gotten yourself into big trouble."
As soon as Zhang Wei saw this guy, he immediately rushed over and kicked him; "You still dare to livestream here, I'm gonna beat you to death."
"Look, it's Zhang Wei, the guy who got caught pooping on camera last time."
"I remember, his butt is so big and white it even made me heart flutter."
"Don't mess with this one, he's a rich second generation, Brother Hwu, you better scram. With a single call, more than a hundred workers will heed his command, you'll definitely get the shit beat out of you."
Brother Hwu quickly dodged, saying hurriedly, "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, last time it wasn't intentional when I filmed you going to the toilet outdoors."
"If you can't handle it, call me."
Yang Jian watched as Zhang Wei chased after the guy called Brother Hwu. He didn't intervene; Zhang Wei at worst would get hurt, but if he got involved, people could end up dead.
Letting Zhang Wei entangle these two guys to keep them from causing trouble was better.
The hallway on the second floor was dim and damp, the floor was somewhat slippery, and as you walked further down, the hallway became increasingly dark, ending on a wall of green bricks. But on the side of this entire corridor were three rooms, each with its own door.
The first was a heavy iron door, like a bunker from wartime, studded with solid rivets, the door covered with moss and rust, and it seemed it had never been intended to be opened, as it had no handle.
"No, this door isn't iron, it's gold." Yang Jian reached out and felt it, his pupils contracted.
Rust fell away, revealing a sliver of bright golden color.
After a closer inspection, there was no doubt that the whole door was made of gold, only it was covered with a layer of iron sheet to deceive the unsuspecting.
But due to the long passage of time, coupled with poor maintenance, the iron had completely rusted away, allowing large chunks to be peeled off easily.
"A door cast in gold... There must be something extraordinary inside." Yang Jian felt a chill and slowly retracted his hand.
Under what circumstances would one need a door cast in gold?
According to his thoughts, it would only be worth using gold for a door when imprisoning ghosts.
"This building's history can be traced back a hundred years, could it be there were ghost handlers a century ago?" Yang Jian's expression changed: "Or am I overthinking it, and it was just some rich person from the past hiding their wealth in this way?"
He wasn't certain, but the conclusion in his heart leaned towards the former.
The second door was made of copper, covered with verdigris and also lacked a handle, heavy beyond measure and blending into the surrounding walls. To open it, one would have to smash through the wall.
Yang Jian knocked on it.
There was no echo, indicating the extraordinary thickness of the copper door.
The third door was made of wood, with a lock, and had about seven or eight locks running top to bottom.
But now, all of these locks had been cut through with tools, and the door had been opened, swinging open with a creak at the lightest push.
A cold draft struck, making one shiver involuntarily.
Yang Jian took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the inside but didn't rush in.
The thick green brick walls made the seemingly spacious room actually only about five square meters. He estimated the thickness of the walls... at least three meters or more.
This kind of construction was definitely not meant for habitation.
The more he saw, the more Yang Jian believed that the original purpose of constructing these three rooms was to incarcerate something very dangerous, and it might even have been ghosts.
"No, that's not right, if the owner of this place really intended to detain ghosts all those years ago, then it would be foolish to spend so much wealth on building such an estate; it draws too much attention and doesn't fit with the intention of covering up the truth. If it were me, I'd build a basement and bury it deep in some desolate place.
That way, not just a hundred years but even two or three hundred years might pass without it being found."
"Which means, what's in these rooms may not be ghosts..."
Yang Jian tried to analyze the situation based on the scant information available.