Ye Feng immediately regretted entering this unknown alley.
Because as soon as he entered, the burial clothes on his body instantly shrank, clinging tightly to his skin as if they sensed fear.
He understood that it wasn't the burial clothes that were afraid, but rather a reaction to something of their own kind.
This alley, there must be ghosts.
When Ye Feng looked back again, as expected, the road behind him had vanished, leaving nothing but a thick darkness, a pressing abyss that forced one to move forward, breathless.
"That Zhao Kaiming is a ghost manipulator from Dachang City, he must be familiar with all the supernatural events here. The three of us came on patrol, and we encountered a ghost right away, this can't be a coincidence... Zhao Kaiming must have lured He Chuan and me here on purpose."
"Does he want to use me to kill someone because I refused his offer to join forces against Yang Jian?"
