Guangjiang Residential Area, in a high-rise apartment.
This was Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan's new home. Before despair descended, the family of three huddled together for warmth, comforting one another and giving each other confidence.
However, at this moment.
Wang Shanshan, who was sitting on the sofa with a pale face, suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed limply to the floor.
"Daughter, what's wrong?" Wang Haiyan was startled and hurriedly helped Wang Shanshan up from the floor.
But the instant she touched Wang Shanshan's body, Wang Haiyan was shocked.
Her body, already colder than that of an ordinary person, was now completely icy. Not even the slightest trace of warmth remained. Wang Haiyan hurriedly felt her daughter's chest.
"Ah~!"
Unable to stop herself from screaming, Wang Haiyan jerked her hand back.
Her daughter's heart had stopped. She was dead.
"Hubby, come quickly! Something happened to our daughter!" Wang Haiyan called for Wang Bin.
"Don't shout so loudly! Are you trying to draw that thing here?" Terrified, Wang Bin rushed out of the kitchen, nearly covering his wife's mouth.
Although they had not entered the safe house, they knew how those ghostly things outside killed people.
But when Wang Bin learned what had happened, he was stunned as well.
His daughter was dead?
"Yang Jian—right, ask Yang Jian." Wang Bin instinctively thought of Yang Jian.
He would definitely know what was happening to his daughter.
But just as Wang Bin was about to make the call, he froze again. He suddenly remembered something his daughter had said before: if Yang Jian died, she would die too.
Could Yang Jian already be dead?
Yang Jian was more than dead. By then, even his corpse had gone cold. His face was peaceful, his arms and legs dangled limply, and even his shoes had