Eastern Jiujiang was so big, but the shadow had chosen Li Wan City—there had to be a reason for that. The human-shaped stains on the way had no pattern that he could discern, and Chen Ge had no idea why these imprints had been left on the wall. It felt like the patients had used this strange method to record the pain that they had been through.
"Are these lingering spirits?" Chen Ge stood next to the stain and used the red high heels to touch one. The heels, which had remained relatively passive, suddenly leaked out a blackish-red blood. It felt like someone who cried tears of blood after being humiliated. Seeing the response from the red high heels, Chen Ge immediately pulled them back. "The stains on the wall are more than they seem. Even the red high heels refuses to get close to them, so these must be more than normal lingering spirits."
