Suburban Industrial Zone

"Tsk, tsk. Have you heard? There's a haunting over by Xiao Ming Lake in the Eastern Suburbs."

"A twenty-year-old young man was dating a fifty-year-old woman by the river. Then he looked up and saw someone floating over the lake with only a lower half. The young man was so terrified that he immediately lost his manhood."

"If he can't find an experienced old Chinese doctor, his happiness for the rest of his life might be over."

"How do you know?"

"I was right there, watching from the side. How could I not know?"

Late at night.

The Capital City Industrial Zone, security room.

Several security guards sat around together, eating and chatting.

Peanuts, dried tofu, and two bottles of liquor sat on the table. One bottle was already empty, while the other was more than half gone and nearly at the bottom.

Although Vicious Ghosts now ran rampant, supplies were scarce, and many cities could barely keep their people fed,

the Capital City was different.

It certainly wasn't one of "many cities."

Besides, the security guards worked at the most important industrial zone in the entire city, so their benefits and supplies were naturally somewhat different from those of ordinary people.

That was why they could still afford to get some liquor during the night shift.

Just then,

someone shouted, "Old Yang, go get another bottle."

A thin, gaunt middle-aged man sitting near the door heard this. He staggered to his feet and walked outside, intending to fetch some liquor from the warehouse not far across the way.

Drinking was forbidden during work hours.

Although everyone had connections, getting caught would still mean a fine and a deduction from their pay.

So they usually hid the liquor somewhere else, only taking it out during the night shift after