He stepped onto the third floor.
He had just left the stairs, and his flashlight hadn't yet illuminated the surroundings.
A black shadow shot out of the darkness, lunging at Tang Luo's head.
It was as fast as lightning.
There was no time to react—not even to see what it was before it struck.
Well, that would have been true for an ordinary person, not Tang Luo.
Tang Luo reached out and grabbed it.
The attacking shadow seemed to have thrown itself right into his hands, and he caught it with ease.
It began struggling wildly.
The force it exerted was like holding a vibrating massager.
"A bat?"
Tang Luo looked at the "shadow itself" in his hand.
It wasn't some bizarre creature, just an ordinary bat.
Aside from its blood-red eyes, there was nothing unusual about it.
With a casual flick, he sent the bat flying even faster than before. It slammed into the wall and became a bloody smear.
The third floor was nearly finished.
It had rooms now, and even the doors had been installed.
But there was trash everywhere.
There was leftover construction debris, as well as plenty of household garbage.
Some vagrants must have lived here once.
Tang Luo saw several people lying motionless on the floor.
He walked over and took a look.
They were dried-up corpses, skin stretched tight over their bones, though their clothes were quite new.
"They've been drained dry."
Tang Luo crouched to examine them.
There were two obvious puncture wounds on places like their necks and arms.
The bat from earlier had probably sucked all the blood from their bodies.
There was no need to ask who these people were. They were naturally members of the supernatural group, Wang Shui-shui's companions.
"A bat spirit? It doesn't seem like one."