Beside a highway in a state in America.
There's a highway motel here, these are quite common abroad.
However, due to supernatural incidents, the vehicles on the highway are few, causing the motel's business to not be very good, with only a few cars willing to stop and rest each day.
Toward evening, the neon sign on the motel's roof had already lit up, but at this moment, for some unknown reason, the sign flickered with a hiss before quickly returning to normal.
But under the setting sun, three blurry silhouettes suddenly appeared, only for two of them to quickly vanish.
The remaining silhouette gradually approached the front of the motel.
"It's definitely the right address." Wang Yong halted, looked up to double-check the address, confirming it was correct, while secretly feeling shocked.
How long has it been, and Yang Jian's Ghost Domain has already brought me to a foreign country.
