No ghosts, no Mei Sheng, no supernatural phenomena...
Fang Shenyan closed the storeroom door and turned back thoughtfully, staring at the precarious Rolling Shutter Door inside the dim milk tea shop.
Everything was silent, both outside and inside.
It was as though Tianming Bridge, within and without, had been reduced to him alone, enjoying a rare moment of peace amid the torrential rain.
Strangeness, the unknown, and mystery shrouded Fang Shenyan's back.
His dense black shadow slowly stretched across the ground and merged into the storeroom, until he dragged it along with him and gradually approached the Rolling Shutter Door.
Fang Shenyan had remained here to uncover the source of the attack, yet he had seen nothing inside the storeroom.
Ji Li clearly had not activated the Evil Spirit yet. Logically, Fang Shenyan should have been able to see whatever Ji Li saw.
Where had things gone wrong?
Unease and worry inexplicably rose in Fang Shenyan's heart. It had been a long time since he had felt this anxious.
The situation seemed stable now, but it was actually worsening, and it would eventually develop into an outcome he could not bear.
Fang Shenyan stopped waiting for death. In the end, he stepped out of the milk tea shop and returned to the torrential rain.
The moment he left the shop, he saw an extremely bizarre sight.
His pupils reflected white, vast swathes of ghastly white, like the thin, bloodless lips of a corpse.
The darkness of the sky and the pallor of Tianming Bridge formed a stark contrast.
Even stranger, wherever he looked across Tianming Bridge, every building and every location had a "person" standing there.
On the roof of every shop stood the same person, stripped of flesh and skin, with only stark white bones exposed.
The empty streets