"What on Earth does this mean?"
Zhang Yanfeng did not understand, because he had never seen a ghost before. When the yellow-haired departed soul came to the bookstore, he was not there either.
Zhou Ze, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought. He did not pay attention to the clamor below, thinking that the police had come to sweep the pornography. Instead, he began to search room by room.
This place used to be like an old office building. It had probably been an apartment block for a period. Now, a few of the rooms had been cleaned, and some young ladies would use them as cannon rooms, however, more than half of the rooms had been locked and had accumulated a lot of dust. It was obvious that no one had cleaned them for many years.
