Yang Jian didn't leave to rush back home and rest but to handle some unfinished business.
The red wooden stool he brought back needed to be locked up and stored, along with the vengeful ghost taken from Chen Qiaotou, which required proper handling. If the supernatural leaked out, it could very well result in another troubling paranormal incident.
Yang Jian didn't trust anyone else to deal with these matters, so he had to do them himself.
Fortunately, there wasn't anything too pressing in Dachang City at the moment, so Yang Jian's workload was relatively light.
By the time he finished handling everything, it was already late at night.
Yang Jian left the safe house and walked alone along the path in Guanjiang Residential Complex, his brows furrowed as though he was deep in thought.
