As midnight approached, the clouds above grew thicker and thicker, dark as a mountain, pressing down on the rooftop of Huitong Building.
Bolts of lightning brewed within the clouds, golden like wandering dragons gliding through the sky, rumbling thunder echoing from time to time.
Everyone outside the building was drawn to this anomaly, gusts of chilly wind scraping by, making them all involuntarily shiver.
The Monk frowned, pondering, "Could there really be ghosts?"
Wang Bin sat in his car, a cigar in his mouth, gazing up at the sky, a persistent sense of dread gnawing at him.
In the Zheng Family's mountain villa, He Zhijie's lips twitched. Staring at the sky, he suddenly exclaimed, "Hell's gates are wide open, a hundred ghosts roam the night!"
His brows knitted tightly, and he immediately rushed toward the gathering clouds.
At Bureau 79, Yun Duo stared up at the sky with furrowed brows, "Uh oh, Sister Yuu Hui, something must be happening in the city!"
