Zhang Yu's Thunderous Strike
Under the same night sky.
At the outskirts of the city.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stood in an alley, their gazes passing through the rain-shrouded darkness as they examined an apartment building not far away.
Bai Zhenzhen asked, "Are you sure it's here?"
Fu Ji said, "Hmph. How could an Evil God mixed in among the lower levels possibly control Rituals better than I can? Besides, I used the other party's Shadow Gu to find this place. There's absolutely no mistake."
"If you're going, go quickly. I lured those people away with false information, but once they realize something is wrong, they'll be back soon."
Zhang Yu nodded. "Then I'll go first."
The muscles all over his body twisted and trembled. Before long, his entire frame shrank and distorted slightly, followed by a ripple of change across his facial muscles, turning him into a complete stranger.
Zhang Yu then changed into the delivery uniform he had prepared earlier and entered the dilapidated apartment building.
Cracked outer walls, dim lighting, and hallways crammed full of junk.
Zhang Yu swept his gaze over the moss growing from the cracks in the stairs and caught a faint, lingering stench in the air.
The entire apartment building gave him a decrepit, decaying feeling.
Even the surveillance cameras had long since failed, their wiring aged and deliberately damaged by the Evil God's followers.
But because the rent was relatively cheap and the residents came from all walks of life, the whole building was fully occupied.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, The Evil God probably chose such a shabby, old apartment on purpose, right? It certainly makes things easier for us today.
Zhang Yu arrived outside Room 606 and pressed the doorbell, only to find that no one answered.
After pressing