"The number of ghosts in Dachang City is increasing, and this is not a good sign. My previous guesses were indeed not wrong; we're probably in the peak period of a surge in psychic events. As Zhou Zheng said, if we can't think of an effective way to resolve these events in the future, humanity might not have a future."
Yang Jian took the elevator to return to Jiang Yan's apartment.
Gazing at the dim and silent hallway.
Even though he knew there were no ghosts in this building, once he entered the dark environment, he couldn't help but tense up involuntarily.
It had become a subconscious reflex.
He knocked on the door.
"Who's there?" came Jiang Yan's voice from inside.
"It's me, Yang Jian."
There was a rush of footsteps from inside, and Jiang Yan hurried to open the door. She had just taken a shower, her body wrapped in a towel, a hairdryer in her hand, her hair still damp, a delicate blush on her beautiful face, looking exceptionally enticing.
