Death

Liu Chang'an thought about it. The fact that he had listened to her ghost story to the end already demonstrated his extraordinary patience and generous heart.

When she said the Cowherd had been a cow, he could have stuck two fingers into her mouth, hooked her throat, and lifted her into the air to stop her from spouting nonsense.

But Li Hongfang's strength lay in the way she armed herself with technological equipment like Batman or Iron Man. Her physical constitution was rather ordinary. If he did that, he might really ruin her throat, and she would never get another chance to make up stories.

With that thought, Liu Chang'an was slightly tempted and glanced back at Li Hongfang.

Li Hongfang was covering her mouth. Without saying another word, she hurried several steps ahead.

Better not tell any more ghost stories.

Liu Chang'an quietly made a circuit around the factory building.

The view here was wide open, and it was close to the river. After all, this had been a textile factory, which had certain requirements for water resources and water quality. Poor water quality would affect the quality of the cloth.

Having such a mighty river with abundant water resources was also the foundation that had allowed Junsha and several nearby cities to sustain industrial development.

After being abandoned for many years, almost no traces of the textile factory remained. The slogans printed on the walls and perimeter fence after it had later been converted into a school were faded, but could still barely be made out.

Its final purpose had been as a warehouse, so a usable concrete road still led outside. In fact, as long as one section of the perimeter wall was torn down and the area ahead was fixed up, it could connect directly to