"Rustle~!"
In the room, Zhang Liqin, as usual, was listening to the stories of Yang Jian and recording them in detail in her notebook.
She had been doing this job for a long time, recording time after time those terrifying and eerie supernatural events. The details were so meticulous that Zhang Liqin, with her pen on the paper, could feel the fear emanating through the tip of her pen.
And as the recording time accumulated, Zhang Liqin became more familiar with that supernatural world.
She began to feel somewhat uneasy,
because as an ordinary person, she knew too much. The more she knew, the more awe she had for Yang Jian, to the point that she dared not entertain even the slightest other thoughts.
After all, it was really too easy for Yang Jian to make a regular person disappear.
He could even alter her own memory without her noticing, or kill her and then use the Deceiving Ghost to recreate a new "Zhang Liqin."
Upon realizing this,
