"Fog?"
Inside an unoccupied residential building, Jiang Qiao looked out the window in surprise.
At some point, the pitch-black streets had already been shrouded in thick fog. Yet within that fog, he noticed that some lights had appeared.
"It's already past four."
"Supernatural phenomena are at their most terrifying between three and five in the morning."
"The darkness before dawn..."
Under Jiang Qiao's gaze, the neon lights outside the entrances of the deserted shops along the street suddenly lit up on their own, despite there being no power source. One sound system after another began playing music to attract customers.
The tune was strange, carrying a nostalgic air from the Old era.
Aside from that.
Car headlights also began flashing along the streets that should have been empty, accompanied by one hurried honk after another.
However.
There were only lights and honking. No vehicles could be seen driving by.
"The periodic changes in supernatural phenomena can't be completely controlled, even by the Source Malevolent Ghost of a Supernatural place. At most, it can interfere with and influence them to a certain degree."
A passage from the Durahan library's records surfaced in Jiang Qiao's mind.
"This Supernatural place came from a rift created by those two idiots outside fighting each other. It took advantage of the opening and slipped inside."
"And there's also a Ping An Lane nearby, which isn't harmless either."
"This is a real mess, a tangled ball of trouble."
The fog grew thicker and thicker.
The fog, the cold, and the dead of night.
On top of that, the torrential rain had hardly stopped. The environment here had become so harsh that ordinary people could barely endure it.
But compared with the effects caused by the intertwining of all this and the supernatural, those conditions were nothing more