The dim mall was deathly silent.
Even the elevators had stopped running, and the footsteps that had been coming from all directions had ceased as well.
Even the cries for help had vanished.
Yet the silent mall was far from empty.
A foul stench filled every inch of the space. Pale-faced people whose bodies had begun to rot stood on the fifth floor, blocking the corridor as if forbidding anyone from passing through.
These people should have been dead for quite some time, yet just moments ago, these corpses had emerged from every corner of the mall.
Calling them people was inaccurate. It would be more fitting to call them a group of ghosts.
Boss Tang's entire body was tense. He had his eyes shut tight, too afraid to open them and look at the horrifying scene before him.
He kept chanting Amitabha in his heart, praying for the Bodhisattva's protection and hoping those ghosts would not harm him. Once he got out of here, he would definitely burn more incense and worship the gods.
After a while, Boss Tang realized there was no movement around him.
And he was still alive, completely unharmed.
Naturally, he had survived not because he had closed his eyes and prayed, but because Yang Jian had saved him.
"Boss Tang, stop playing dead and open your eyes. Don't treat what I said earlier like it went in one ear and out the other. You're only temporarily safe. Whether you can leave this place is still uncertain. But if you're willing to settle my service fee, I can guarantee that every one of you will leave here alive," Yang Jian said.
Only then did Boss Tang cautiously open his eyes. He looked around, and when he saw the rotting corpses still standing beside him, his