At this moment,
on the second floor of a hotpot restaurant by the roadside.
The place was dim, all the lights extinguished, with only the occasional flicker of cell phone light gathering in a corner. Muffled sobs and hushed conversations could be faintly heard.
Dozens of people had gathered here.
They were survivors caught up in this incident, and after some events, they had started to realize what exactly they were facing now.
Fear was nearly destroying their sanity.
The reason they had not completely collapsed was because of one person.
An international ghost summoner.
Outside the crowd, on a stool, sat a tall woman dressed in the professional attire of an international ghost summoner, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, looking very capable.
Her mature and indifferent face was filled with solemnity and unease.
