"Drip, drip~!"
The quiet night was silent.
But at some point, a clear dripping sound began to echo around.
The sound wasn't coming from the bathroom but was emanating from the ceiling of the apartment building.
"Drip~!"
Another droplet sounded.
The noise started near the head of Yang Jian's bed, where he was asleep.
The air was thick with a pungent smell of blood.
What was dripping from the ceiling wasn't water but bright red blood.
The blood seeped through cracks in the rooftop, infiltrating everywhere, and the quantity was gradually increasing.
Soon, the entire ceiling was soaked in blood, a crimson expanse.
Within the blood on the ceiling, one could discern the outline of a person with an open mouth, the blurry features contorted in agony, struggling as though it were an Evil Ghost tortured and wailing, screaming, but all of it was eerily silent, with not a single sound being emitted.
At that moment.
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
