The contract in hand looked quite extraordinary, its surface faintly coursing with golden light. Hua Jian was certain that she had obtained the true contract, the one signed between the residents and Quan Yun Apartments.
However, this contract was already dead, a golden contract of the deceased, and obtaining it now was meaningless.
Why would the contract of a resident who had already died still be left in the room? Shouldn't it be kept in the basement?
Such a question surfaced in Hua Jian's mind.
She realized that her vision was getting blurrier, and she began to see double of everything.
In a daze, Hua Jian thought she saw the Grim Reaper, sickle in hand, standing before her, just waiting for her to take her last breath before taking her soul away.
She tore off a sleeve and tied it around her right forearm, then used her lock opening tool to enlarge the wound on her middle finger before squeezing her right hand forcefully.
