The building they were in had once been the office building of Fangshan City's Cultivator Management Committee, as well as Fangshan's financial center.
It stood 127 meters tall and contained 3,710 rooms.
Every five floors, there were shopping centers, parking lots, and food courts. It was said that property prices had once reached as high as 300,000 per square meter.
But with Fangshan's bankruptcy, everything had become a pipe dream.
Most areas had already lost their water and electricity. Many places had been forcibly stripped for valuables, and everything above the fourth floor had become dangerously unstable.
Yet faint footsteps could still be heard upstairs, amplified through the pipes like an erratic evil wind blowing back and forth.
After leaving the Corpse Collector's bedroom, Miao Qingyu immediately felt an icy wind rush at her.
Looking back at the room behind her, Miao Qingyu discovered that although it was dilapidated, it revealed the Corpse Collector's ingenuity everywhere.
He had stuffed the gaps around the door with clothes and wrapped every possible opening in fabric. Paper that had been shredded repeatedly became fluffy and warm, making it an excellent tool against the cold.
With these tools, a single Artificial Spirit Stone could last for quite a while. However, there were only three such rooms.
"I have one, the Corpse Collector has one. Who lives in the remaining one?"
"It's empty. Someone about your age used to live there, but unfortunately, they didn't make it through." The Electric Scooter on Miao Qingyu's back answered indifferently.
Miao Qingyu felt her heart twist.
You never know how hard something is until you go through it yourself. Some things had to be experienced firsthand, or one would never know what they were truly like.
If she had not experienced disability and then stood up again, the