Most of the area was unlit, shrouded in darkness so thick you couldn't see your own hand before you.
The gazes of the two quickly fell on the entrance, where a green light flickered like fireflies, probably indicating the location of a power distribution room or something similar.
Xu Xiangyang wasn't looking at the light itself, but rather at "something" that was hiding nearby.
At first, all that could be seen was pitch black; but beneath that shadow, there was an undeniable fierceness and ominousness that couldn't be concealed.
Even ordinary people passing by might feel chills down their spines, and for a Spiritual Communicator as sensitive as Xu Xiangyang, this strange aura was, of course, even more obvious.
"Is there... Is there something there?"
Wei Reporter picked up his camera and set it down repeatedly, unable to see clearly, and asked with an uncertain tone.
Xu Xiangyang nodded and answered briefly:
"It's an Evil Spirit."
