Meanwhile, inside Ping An Ancient Town.
This was the new district of the ancient town, a tourist area later funded and built by Zhongzhou City.
Feng Quan had been left alone in this new district. Yang Jian had told him not to set foot in the old district, worried that it contained something sinister and that he might encounter unpredictable danger.
He had also sensed that something was wrong with the old district.
So he had not objected to Yang Jian's suggestion.
"Everyone's signals have disappeared." Feng Quan had checked the changes in several people's signals through his satellite positioning phone after checking into a distinctive little inn.
Just a moment ago.
Everyone's signals had vanished, including Yang Jian's personal phone.
He stood by the window and looked outside.
The old district of Taiping Ancient Town was dark and gloomy.
Although streetlights had been installed there as well, their light seemed especially dim, as if the bulbs were old and the power supply insufficient. They could not illuminate the entire street like those here could, and this was particularly obvious after nightfall.
But ordinary people certainly would not notice such a change.
There really is danger over there, Feng Quan thought.
Yet at that moment.
Suddenly.
He heard some movement in the corridor outside his room. It sounded like someone was dragging something heavy down the hallway toward the stairs.
At first, Feng Quan had paid it no attention.
But when the sound reached the stairwell, he abruptly turned toward where it had come from.
Years of experience told him that this was not the sound of an object being dragged. Someone was dragging a corpse, and the corpse's feet were striking the steps.
At once.
He opened the door, his expression grave as he walked over with a dirt-covered