As the Mail Truck drove away, Zhou Han withdrew her gaze from the upstairs window without expression.
She silently arrived at Wang Ye's door, which opened automatically.
"Familiar energy. So that thing really is here?"
Quietly sensing the residual energy fluctuations in Wang Ye's room, a contemplative look flashed through Zhou Han's eyes as she paced ceaselessly around the room.
After a long while,
A figure flashed past outside the door.
Someone who looked exactly like Wang Ye, his expression stiff, walked in.
Looking at the figure, Zhou Han frowned slightly and gave him a long look before leaving Wang Ye's room in front of him.
The figure slowly sat down on Wang Ye's sofa, turned on the television, and watched silently.
A clear, horrifying wound stretched across his abdomen, not yet fully healed.
His internal organs could vaguely be seen gently churning within him, giving off a cold, sinister aura.
After returning home, Zhou Han's eyes turned vacant for an instant before returning to normal.
She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed helplessly.
Suburban Cemetery, before Grave No. 5.
Li Hongtian smiled as he took chunks of flesh from his backpack and continuously placed them before the grave.
As wisps of black mist were absorbed into his body, the eyes concealed behind his gold-rimmed glasses gradually turned red.
"Soon."
"Finally... soon."
Li Hongtian muttered softly to himself. He gave the gravestone a deep look, then left slowly with a smile at the corner of his lips.
The cracks in the gravestone deepened once more.
Yet faintly, an enraged roar could be heard coming from deep within it.
In just two hours, Lin'an City appeared in Wang Ye's view from afar.
Rather than taking the official road opened by Heaven Group, he had relied on