Zhang Ding remembered everything, he was more pained than anyone else, and more lucid as well.
"Since we entered the supermarket, you've been helping us?" Gao Ming's gaze still rested on the supermarket basement, where among numerous vengeful spirits, a few living people were intermingled.
Pointing to the piece of flooring he had torn up, Zhang Ding said, "This opening is the vent in your nightmare; the entire supermarket is wrapped in resentment, and all who enter will fall into the flood disaster nightmare and be submerged in the deluge. If they can't escape in a short time, they'll slowly become part of the flood disaster."
"So that's why there was a countdown?" Gao Ming had cleared everything up; Minlong Street Supermarket was hiding the vengeful spirits of those who drowned in the Lishui dike breach, and Zhang Ding, along with a few neighbors who held no resentment in their hearts, were maintaining a balance, bit by bit eroding the hatred within the water ghosts.
