The old woman, perhaps enraged, felt a surge of corpse energy rise within her. She rolled over, revealing a livid, ferocious face.
But the rain had stopped, and the moon had begun to rise.
The eerie presence beneath the apartments had already returned deep underground, leaving the corpse energy inside her insufficient. She only twitched once before dying completely again.
Wu Heng strode past, looking open and upright, unafraid of the night, completely failing to notice the coquettish glance the old woman cast with her final breath.
At that moment, Anita arrived at the entrance of Mandala Apartments.
By the moonlight, she looked at the pitch-black apartments and felt somewhat uneasy. For some reason, the dilapidated building suddenly seemed to contain something ominous.
Something utterly terrifying lurked within.
But when she thought of the fried banana vendor inside, she had no other choice. She could only steel herself and walk in.
"How am I supposed to find him?"
"Why does everyone in this apartment go to bed so early? It's not even midnight yet."
Normally, she stayed up late reading at home. In the city, darkness did not usually settle in completely until after midnight.
Anita swept her gaze across the rows of corridors.
Wait, the door to one of the units in the middle of the second floor was open, and its light suddenly came on.
Without the slightest hesitation, she headed straight for the second floor.
Perhaps that resident knew something about Wu Heng.
When she reached the stairway, she saw Wu Heng carrying two plates, casually walking toward the only lit room while looking out at the moonlight.
"Hello, sir, please save me! My parents are both dead!"
Without any hesitation, Anita ran over and dropped to her knees with a thud.
Wu Heng nearly lost his