Chapter 287
The afternoon rain had eased somewhat, no longer as urgent as it had been in the morning. Yet it still fell without pause, thread by thread. Central's streets had been soaked dark gray by the rain, and muddy yellow water had pooled in the cracks between the flagstones, splashing mud over anyone who stepped on it.
Chen Mo stood beneath an umbrella by a street in Central, his expression grave.
This place was even more sinister than it had looked in the movies from his previous life.
Across the street, Murray House stood in the rain, its gray-white exterior walls stained in patches of varying shades by the water.
The building was not tall, only three stories.
It looked like a fortress, with small, narrow windows and iron railings mottled with rust.
The open ground before the building had clearly not been tended to for a long time and was overgrown with weeds.
The grass blades were withered yellow, flattened in an unnatural posture, all pointing neatly toward Murray House.
The entire building was silent. There were no human voices, no barking dogs.
Those who knew the trade judged a building not by its height, but by the earth's aura.
The earth's aura around Murray House was clearly dead, without the slightest sense of flow.
Faint gray vapor seeped from the cracks between the bricks at the base of the walls. Rain scattered it into mist, and ordinary people would only take it for water vapor.
But Chen Mo could tell that the vapor was rising from underground, carrying an indescribably decayed and ashen stench.
The Ghost Domain was continuously expanding.
Even though it was daytime, he could still feel that bone-deep chill.
Pedestrians hurried past on the road, preferring to waste time taking a detour rather than