"Stop it."
"How did we end up talking about ghost stories?"
A young man with an unremarkable appearance couldn't help shivering.
The pitch-black night.
Outside the boat came inexplicable knocking, while inside they were telling horror stories. What the hell kind of situation was this?
"Would there be no ghosts if we stopped talking about them?"
Liu Jianxiang glanced at the fishing boat following behind the yacht.
He wasn't particularly worried.
Because he could guess that the three people had brought them along for some sort of arrangement. Before that arrangement was completed, at least he, as an Awakened, probably wouldn't die.
Since that was the case,
if they encountered an ordinary supernatural event, the other party might take action.
"Speaking of ghost stories..." Zhang Peng thought for a moment before taking up the topic. "When we first entered the West District, there were still people moving around in the temporary shelters nearby. Later, though, it seemed like we couldn't see anyone anymore."
"By the time we set out, it felt like there wasn't a single person around."
"It was strange."
"If they'd all left, there should at least have been some kind of word about it, right? But if they were killed by ghosts, how did we happen to survive when everyone around us died?"
The so-called shelters were actually temporary residential sites built from warehouses in former industrial areas.
These places were quite spacious and could accommodate many people.
There were platforms on the upper floors.
There were small courtyards below.
The outer perimeter was protected by walls and fences. Although they couldn't stop Vicious Ghosts or Awakened, they could at least keep out ordinary people who took advantage of the despair to rob others.
"Zheng Guangming should know something."
"He went out the day before yesterday. After