Underneath the gloomy sky, at the entrance of the dilapidated Evil Spirit Building in the lifeless ghost town, Wang Zhifan looked at the wide-open, battered door that didn't even have a single ghost around, and felt shock and confusion for the first time in his heart.
He stopped in his tracks, raised a hand to rub his forehead, trying to lessen the slight pain inexplicably appearing in his head, while considering whether the past two to three hours of experiences were an illusion. Otherwise, why did he suddenly return to the entrance of the Evil Spirit Building, suddenly back to the starting point of this mission?
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Headache?"
At this moment, the young man with dark circles beside Wang Zhifan looked at him with a puzzled expression, seemingly very curious as to why he suddenly stood still.
"What exactly happened just now?"
