A city where souls disappear.

Flush...Flush...

A strange sound echoed down the fourth floor corridor from the elevator to the ward.

Ling Xiao stood on his chest against the pole, his face calm, as if waiting for what was expected, while Qing Luo gently moved his shoulders as if on a body track.

The sound of dragging the feet loudly kept approaching.

Before a white-haired old man, crumpled in clothes, staggered out from behind a pole, headed awkwardly to the old woman's bed.

🔔 Jingle...

The bell in Qing Luo's hand is gently shaking.

"Lin Jian Guo..."

The old man stopped walking, slowly turning his head to his left...And then turn to the right.

"Go to the spirit bridge."

But he didn't respond.

Instead, drag your feet and walk as if you didn't hear a word.

"Lin Jian Guo!"

Qing Luo shouted loudly.

"Hear me?!"

Suddenly...

The old man's body was badly twitched.

The neck was raised unnaturally, the mouth wide open, a thick black liquid slowly gushing out of the throat with a low hoarse moan.

Ling Xiao immediately changed his face color.

Crazy!

The black spirit chain hurled out of Qinglua's hand, wrapped it tightly, but could not move it in the slightest.

Seconds later...

Tense!

The old man's body crept up, clinging to the ceiling.

Both arms and legs are attached like monsters, with their heads twisted back down nearly a hundred and eighty degrees, before staring at Qinglua.

But on that face...

Not even one eye.

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