Yang Jian took action once more.
He set out with Zhou Ze, accompanied only by the two spirits, Yang Xiao and Zhang Xiangguang. The others were left at the Post Office.
"Yang Jian, remember, here, no one is worth trusting. They've agreed to the previous proposal, but that's all they've done—agreed. Everyone has their own plans and thoughts. You must always be wary of them. If possible, erase them, remove them without hesitation."
On the road, as they gradually moved farther along the winding path, Yang Xiao suddenly spoke after they had distanced themselves from the Ghost Post Office within the painting.
"Well said, you can never know what these dead might be planning or what kinds of plots they might be scheming. Be on guard; many fear not even death. Once chaos arises, they might become lawless."
Beside them, Zhang Xiangguang nodded, agreeing with Yang Xiao's words.
The conversations earlier seemed smooth, yet it was only a choice without a choice.
