"Old man, are you the only one here?"
Zhang Fan questioned from behind, unable to hold back.
"It's daytime now; it'll get lively at night."
The old man in sunglasses turned his head, grinning with a smile that seemed to say, "You'll see for yourself."
"Why don't you come back at night?"
"N-no, that's okay." Zhang Fan laughed awkwardly.
Rumble...
In front of the coffin-like building, the old man in sunglasses opened the door, and a cold and clear air surged out, mixed with the scent of formaldehyde.
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, walked in, and scanned the area.
There was no air conditioning inside the building, yet the temperature was at least six or seven degrees cooler than outside. As soon as he walked in, every hair on his body stood up.
"It's so big."
The first floor was extremely spacious, like an unused warehouse; even whispers echoed.
"Wait here. I'll go get the director for you."
The old man in sunglasses took two steps and then stopped.
