The old building where Lu Xin lived was only six stories tall.
Viewed from a distance, most of the surrounding buildings were taller, often blocking it from view.
Even during the day, very little light reached it, so the rooms were always somewhat dim.
Moreover, because the roads around it crisscrossed in every direction, even the nearest buildings stood fifty or sixty meters away. It was like a forgotten corner of the city, surrounded by several winding, undulating paths.
Because it was close to a main road and led to several other busy residential compounds, the streetlights were all in working order.
At that moment, the streetlights could be seen going out one by one, starting from the far end of the path.
It was as if two monsters that devoured light were crawling toward the old building little by little from both sides of the path.
With the lights gone, the Crimson Moon hanging over the city seemed even more vivid.
Lu Xin nodded, then returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, quietly watching television.
Below the old building, perhaps because several intersections converged there, the wind began to grow somewhat chaotic.
Newspapers and plastic bags on the ground were swept into the air by the disorderly wind, then silently tore apart.
From the distance, as the streetlights went out, it seemed that two invisible masses of energy had met in front of the old building.
Ordinary people could not see them. They would only feel something strange about the area where they were, seeing air that seemed slightly distorted. When they looked over, their instincts would subconsciously fill that region with a certain sense of fear.
However, with the Crimson Moon's light descending from above, the distorted air faintly began to show patches