By this time, the main force of Baijiang Investigation Bureau had already gone to the cemetery in Nanjiao to deal with the Mysterious Evil. There weren't many investigators left behind, and with such an incident occurring, Jiang Tingqiu's cold sweat ran down profusely.
This underpass bridge was almost deserted, but the nearby Raojiang Bridge had a heavy flow of traffic!
A disaster was about to happen!
"Quick, contact Director Zhou and the others!"
Jiang Tingqiu shouted at the person assisting him, but the next moment his eyes widened in shock.
What he saw was simply unbelievable—it was like seeing a ghost!
At the underpass, in the dark, garbage-filled filth, a gray fog began spreading thinly, revealing shapes that seemed to be tearing through from the underpass to the outside. The special dust on the ground exploded into the air, streaming forth strands of green smoke that sketched out three extremely vague and transparent outlines.
