Lu Xin's old house only had six floors.
From a distance, most of the surrounding buildings were relatively tall, so they often blocked the old building.
Even during the day, there was very little light, so the room was always a little dark.
Moreover, because of the crisscrossing roads around the old building, the nearest building was fifty to sixty meters away. It was like a corner of the city, a forgotten existence surrounded by a few winding paths.
Because it was close to the main road and led to a few other residential areas with more people, the street lights were still intact.
At this moment, one could see that from the far end of the path, the street lights were going out one by one.
It was as if there were two monsters that devoured the light, and they were slowly crawling toward the old building from both sides of the path.
Without the lights, the Crimson Moon in the sky above the city was brighter.
