"Just that's just a few people? It seems that there are fewer people than before."

Yang Jian looked at the dozen survivors behind Tong Qian and frowned.

Tong Qian said, "There are only so many people, and the rest should have been separated. The Ghost Realm is very strange. Often, when the people walking in front of them follow me, they find that the road has changed, and both groups of people are missing each other. I can't do anything about this situation, so there are fewer and fewer survivors."

"It doesn't matter, you're still alive." Yang Jian said.

"What do you mean?" Tong Qian asked.

Yang Jian said, "Even a criminal policeman can't save him. I can only be considered a failure in this mission. How many survivors can save depends on fate, but one criminal policeman must live."

"So I became your bargaining chip for exchange of interests?" Tong Qian was both angry and angry.

"It's almost the case." Yang Jian said: "You don't need to be angry. It's a good thing that people are valuable. The most fear is that a person has no value. Look at them."

After saying that, he pointed to the survivors who were panicked and caught in for no reason.

"Cold-blooded." Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian sneered a little, "This is not cold-blooded, but a choice. Just like when I was involved in a supernatural incident, no one came to save me. It was all up to self-rescue. Do you know why I have not been assessed and become a criminal police officer? Because I am not yet prepared to bear the safety of a city. After all, if someone is responsible, someone will be held accountable. At that time, some people will be saved if you don't save them."

"If I don't become a criminal policeman, I don't need to bear this responsibility. I can find a way to survive more freely."

Tong Qian said: "You have this ability, why don't you be willing to contribute? What's the harm to you when you save a little more people?"

"Why don't the billionaire give me a few million? It doesn't matter if I share a few million." Yang Jian retorted.

Tong Qian was speechless and knew she couldn't tell this person.

Yang Jian said again, "Since everyone has arrived, it's time to leave. You should also remember your experience today, which will be helpful for you to survive."

Rescuing these people can be considered an explanation to Zhao Jianguo. This trip was not in vain, at least he got what he wanted.

Fortunately, this time I met a door-knocking ghost that he was more familiar with. If it were other ghosts, then Yang Jian had to consider it seriously. He did not dare to break into an unknown supernatural incident rashly, and the Huanggang Village incident made him learn his lesson.

"Wait a minute, wait for me, guy, wait."

At this time, an aunt heard that Yang Jian was leaving, and hurriedly rushed out of a shop next to her with a large bag.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian frowned.

"It's a survivor." Tong Qian said: "I know this aunt."

Yang Jian raised the pistol in his hand, reached out of the window, and pointed it at her.

"What are you doing?" Tong Qian's face changed.

"Doesn't the things behind you, otherwise I'll shoot you to death if you get closer." Yang Jian seriously warned the aunt.

Tong Qian said, "She is an ordinary person, don't be too excited."

"She is an ordinary person, but the things behind her are not." Yang Jian said.

Something behind you?

Tong Qian took a look, but saw the aunt carrying a big backpack, which seemed to be stolen from a nearby store.

"It's just some cigarettes, clothes and other goods. She must have seen no one here, so she wants to grab some of them."

Yang Jian sneered: "There are products in the ghost realm? Do you think this is really a street, but I can't see the products. She clearly carried a ghost back. When she came over, someone would die here again."

"What?" Tong Qian was shocked.

He immediately went to stop him, "Download the things behind him quickly, it's so fast."

While running, the aunt protected the things behind her. She took the risk from nearby shops, so why did she bear to throw them away? "It's too much to say to me if you want to leave. I won't affect you, and I won't interfere with you."

"I shot after crossing the line on the road without putting down my stuff," said Yang Jian.

Tong Qian was angry and anxious; "As soon as possible, throw the thing away, otherwise he would shoot."

"You are policemen, how can you shoot me, a commoner? Don't scare me, hurry up and go, I'm catching up."

The aunt looked disbelief and urged Yang Jian and others to set off quickly.

"There's nothing." Yang Jian raised the gun in his hand.

But at this moment, the aunt suddenly screamed and flew up. She was tightly wrapped around her neck by a hemp rope that appeared from somewhere. She hung directly under the street light next to her. Her body struggled violently in the air. Her old face turned red and she almost suffocated.

"What's the situation?" Tong Qian was shocked.

"You're Yang Jian?"

The next moment, a man with a scarf and a cigar in his arms walked out quietly from the shop next to him.

"There are ghost drivers in this ghost realm?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and immediately became alert.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Wang Yue. Although they are all in the same city, it should be the first time we met. I've heard of your ghost-eyed detective for a long time. Today, I really feel like a heroic boy. I admire you, admire you." Wang Yue walked over with a cigar and applauding.

Wang Yue?

When Yang Jian heard this name, he felt a little familiar.

When he went to Xiaoqiang's club to cause trouble, the surviving shareholder, Ma Youcai, told himself that Wang Xiaoqiang had contact with Wang Yue from Rose Bar.

Is it this person?

"It seems that you are not lucky and have been involved in this supernatural incident." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

The source of this supernatural incident seems to be Rose Bar.

Could it be that he was on the phone list of Hao Shaowen?

"It's quite unlucky. How could you think that disaster will come from the sky? Li Haohao will encounter supernatural events when sitting in his own store." Wang Yue smoked a cigar and spit out a cigarette ring: "It's really not easy to survive from the old ghost."

Yang Jian said; "You are just temporarily alive."

"I know, so I hope you can be half a busy one."

“What’s the busy thing?”

Wang Yue said, "Take me a ride and take me out of here."

"Why should I help you?" Yang Jian said.

Although Tong Qian hated each other, she had no deep hatred in them. She could tolerate it, but Wang Yue had a unclean butt and didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. How could he go back and save a guy who was suspected to be an enemy?
Chapter completed!