To bring down the owner of the Ghost House, one must find their true form.
Cen Dongsheng's initial encounter with the Ghost House in Xiaokang Building took him several rounds alone before he located the Core Ghost.
Fortunately, this time he had Jiang Yunmei by his side; the girl quickly discovered a clue.
As the trio prepared to leave, Jiang Yunmei's ears twitched, catching a familiar voice of interest; her gaze turned towards the direction of the spectral banquet.
According to Jiang Qi, all guests at the banquet were his subordinates; compared to the palace guards entirely under its control, these guests were leaders of their own Ghost armies and had a certain degree of independence.
The servants wandering between the dining tables were of even lower status.
Among these ghosts glowing faintly, Jiang Yunmei saw a familiar outline, that of a middle-aged man with a sorrowful expression.
"...Jiang Zhifeng?"
"Do you know him?"
