With strong interest in his heart, Zhu Bufan slowly approached the area from where the sound of the rolling bottle had come.
At this moment, the reason why Zhu Bufan was moving so slowly was because he felt a bit creeped out inside.
As the saying goes, the rooftop of the hospital is often a place where the souls of the departed wander, and now it's already past eleven o'clock, nearing midnight. What if it's a ghost? Wouldn't Zhu Bufan be scared to death?
Although Zhu Bufan didn't quite believe in these ghostly tales, he had nevertheless witnessed a soul with his own eyes, so he couldn't help but be cautious.
After all, the powerful soul of Cultivation Demon was still residing inside his own body.
Zhu Bufan slowly made his way over and the next moment, he was stunned.
"Damn it." As soon as Zhu Bufan turned a corner, he saw an elderly man attempting to climb over the rooftop railing.
Not far from the old man, a bottle was still gently rolling.
