Behind a hidden newsstand in the plaza outside the Rongjin Building, a gaze was firmly locked onto a patch of open ground near the building.
At this moment, Zhang Jianjun's heart was pounding wildly; there lay a corpse.
Just half a minute ago, someone fell from a high floor of the building, finally landing on that open ground with a muffled "thud".
From the sound alone, it was clear they were beyond saving, and the person had fallen while screaming all the way down. It was Shu Shuang, no doubt, he could recognize the voice.
Even though he didn't see the ghost that killed Shu Shuang, from the location and manner of Shu Shuang's gruesome death, it was clear it was the same entity that killed Wu Zhuo.
Zhang Jianjun swallowed quietly, comforting himself that Shu Shuang's death was no big deal as long as Chu Xi and Jiang Qingluan's group was safe.
