"Phew~!"
On an inconspicuous rooftop in Zhongzhou City, a white candle lit up, emitting black flames and casting a shadow over the surroundings.
The candlelight flickered, and a heavy rain seemed to pour around, immersing everything around the house in water. Although the sun was still out in the sky, some inexplicable paranormal phenomenon was invading reality.
It's not just about the rainwater.
Occasionally, a few dead bodies floated to the surface of the water, but they quickly sank to the bottom, unable to remain afloat.
This situation wasn't limited to a single location.
In the east, west, south, and north of the city, a white Ghost Candle was lit in each direction.
Yang Jian had Feng Quan do this.
Because the increase in the number of Ghost Candles led to more severe paranormal occurrences in the city, with the bodies appearing in the water continuously increasing.
At this moment, Yang Jian was pursuing a corpse.
