It was a completely instinctive reaction from Chen Xingyue. When she really faced danger, she had long since stopped worrying about such things.
Chen Shouyi quickly surveyed the women's restroom.
It was brightly lit, with four kerosene lamps hanging inside, yet somehow the place felt dim and eerie. The entrance to the women's restroom was especially shrouded in gloomy air, sending waves of bone-chilling cold through the room, as if a blast of icy air had swept in.
This gloom was several times thicker than anything he had seen on a night in the other world.
He had always labored under a misconception: he had thought that Earth, with its low concentration of Primal Force, could not give rise to powerful spirits. In fact, there was some truth to that. With so little Primal Force, spirits found it much harder to survive and could wield far less power.
In the other world, even small creatures like insects and birds could form spirits after death.
On Earth, by contrast, only humans could barely form spirits after they died.
However, there were exceptions to everything.
As a funeral home, this place saw hundreds of corpses pass through every day. Day after day, month after month, it was practically a natural gathering place for Yin energy. Countless spirits fought and grappled here, devouring one another.
Like raising venomous insects in a jar.
A terrifying presence had clearly taken root in this funeral home.
He gently removed his younger sister's hand from his arm and said, "Don't worry!"
He offered no further reassurance, then headed straight into the women's restroom.
A thin mist clung to the concrete floor. The flames in the dim kerosene lamps flickered ceaselessly, casting the restroom in shifting light and shadow.
Chen Shouyi had expected to see the spirit at