"I'll explain the reason for the hiatus at the end."
Under the night sky, the tenement building stood like a massive tombstone forgotten on the edge of a bustling city.
Its cylindrical structure stretched straight into the sky, its central courtyard unfathomably deep.
There were no flashing neon lights here, only pale corridor lamps flickering on and off. The air was thick with the stale smell of mildew, burnt joss paper, and an indescribable... decaying stench.
Li Dan stood beneath the building and looked up.
In his demonic vision, the building was shrouded in a thick, almost viscous gray-black mist.
It was resentment, a natural barrier formed from decades of countless desperate thoughts.
"Wow, this place's magnetic field is so messed up, it's like a rock concert!"
Leon hugged the lily pot named "Lily," his eyes wide behind his sunglasses.
The lily in the pot was frantically twisting its leaves, pointing toward somewhere on the fourth floor, as if something there both excited and terrified it.
"This building... has terribly ominous feng shui."
Uncle Feng held his compass, his brows knitted tightly enough to crush a fly.
The needle on the compass had stopped spinning and pointed rigidly at the ground. This was a sign of the Land of Extreme Yin, meaning the yin energy was so heavy that even the earth's energy had been suppressed.
"Let's go. We'll visit that Brother Yau and take a look at those sisters while we're at it."
With his hands in his pockets, Li Dan took the lead into the dim stairwell.
The stairwell was terrifyingly silent, with only the group's footsteps echoing through it. The walls were plastered with faded missing-person notices and signs forbidding public urination and defecation. At the corners, they occasionally saw one or two expressionless elderly people