The blaring music, the packed crowd, the chaotic plaza—Fang Shenyan stood among the throng, utterly out of place.
He seemed as though he did not belong in this environment at all, especially with his still-bleeding right eye, which made him look like some freak afflicted with a vile disease.
Yet the people around him turned a blind eye to it. They shoved, screamed, and wildly waved glow sticks in their hands.
Fang Shenyan silently pushed his way out of the plaza. After sharply scanning his surroundings, he gazed solemnly toward an office building to the south.
He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Its minute hand was stopped at the quarter mark: 8:15 p.m.
"Ta pulled me back into the past. Why the past..."
Ever since the Living Dead case had ostensibly ended, Fang Shenyan had been the only executor left in this project.
And this time, the project no longer had any rules, paths to survival, or dead ends...
Nothing remained. There was only Ta and Fang Shenyan.
Fang Shenyan had anticipated that Ta must have wanted something from him by taking him away, so he was unlikely to die anytime soon.
As long as this ghost had a purpose, it could make mistakes.
In other words, even if this situation offered certain death, there was still a chance to change it.
Since this was the past, there was one thing he had to investigate—the true origin of the Living Dead.
Fang Shenyan's thoughts remained exceptionally clear. Ta had dragged him into the past for an unknown reason, but it surely had something to do with the Living Dead.
After all, Ta had personally brought about the host's fate.
He had lacked the ability to uncover everything during the case, but now was the perfect opportunity. Perhaps