"Is there no light here either?"
When Yang Jian returned to Guanjiang Residential Complex, he discovered, like other parts of Dachang City, it was shrouded in darkness, not a single light was turned on.
A dark blue gloom enveloped the area, seemingly devouring this last piece of safe territory.
During the time he had been dead, everything had proceeded as anticipated, without any unexpected miracles. He had thought that the headquarters of the spirit manipulators might come up with something, but it seemed that, as always, he could only rely on himself.
"The lights being off doesn't mean those people are all dead, at least the ones in the safe house can't be."
With this thought in mind, Yang Jian parked his car at the entrance.
At that moment, the front gate of the house was tightly closed, curtains were drawn on every floor, and there were no signs of life inside—it resembled a place that was dead and silent.
"This should be the best scenario, right?"
