The dimly lit mall was engulfed in silence.
The sound of the elevators had ceased, and the footsteps that had come from all directions before had also stopped.
Even the cries for help had vanished without a trace.
But the quiet mall was far from deserted.
A foul stench permeated every inch of space, and on the fifth floor of the mall stood one after another ghastly pale figure, their bodies beginning to decay, blocking the passageways as though forbidding anyone to pass.
These people must have been dead for quite some time, yet just moments ago, these very dead had emerged from every corner of the mall.
To call them people was hardly accurate; a more fitting description would be a horde of ghosts.
Boss Tang's entire body was tensed, his eyes shut tight, not daring to open them to such a horrifying sight before him.
