"Come behind my door?"
Every word on the phone screen seethed with menace and hatred. A single glance sent a chill down his spine, as though the words would turn into bloody hands and swallow him the next second.
There were thirteen Blood Cities in the world shrouded in black fog. Gao Ming suspected that the mysterious boss was connected to one of them, which was why he had wanted to speak with him. Now, however, he frowned again.
In all honesty, anyone who saw a line of bloody words like that appear on their phone would refuse the invitation.
"Looks like the boss thinks highly of you." The female clerk craned her head curiously. The needle-and-thread tattoo on her neck was about to snap, and her head seemed to have separated from her torso.
"Where is his door?"
"In a restroom at an amusement park in Hanjiang." The clerk stroked her neck awkwardly. "The boss's favorite thing to do is drum up business for his haunted house. But this time, he specifically said behind the door. I think he has something very important to tell you."
"It's too far away. I don't have enough time." Gao Ming was a cautious man. He and the mysterious boss belonged to different Blood Cities.
Sometimes, different allegiances meant entirely different ways of thinking. Many decisions seemed perfectly justified from Gao Ming's perspective, but viewed from another angle, Hanhai, which he represented, might become the villain trying to destroy everything good.
Just as Gao Ming decided to refuse, the blood-red number on the screen began turning into ghostly shadows. Electrical static crackled, and the mysterious boss seemed to be trying to force his voice through from the world behind the door. Even the Dream Ghost was incapable of such a terrifying intrusion into