It was past seven in the evening.
The airport in Dachuan City was silent and dim, not a single light was on, as if the entire place had been abandoned.
But with the arrival of Yang Jian, it was as if the place suddenly sprang to life; soon, all the lights turned on, and various eerie sounds started emanating from the quiet surroundings.
Shadows moved back and forth in the desolate airport terminal.
These were the airport staff and some passengers who lingered inside the airport.
These people appeared out of nowhere, and their numbers were astonishingly many, filling up behind every glass door, as if they were surrounding the airport in a circle.
"I have arrived..."
The vengeful ghosts controlling those living dead uttered the words, drifting and echoing non-stop.
The voice sounded both distant and near, like a nasty ghost wandering in the darkness, sometimes appearing far away, other times suddenly close by your side.
You have no idea where the ghost actually is.
