The sky over City B was a gloomy gray.
A sinister Demon Qi obscured the bright sunshine.
Winter was already cold, and the bit of warmth from the sun disappeared without a trace, making people feel inexplicably cold.
Beneath the dreary sky, the villa of Bai Yinman stood like a colossal tomb.
Desolate, without the slightest sign of habitation or the warmth of a living hearth.
If there had been any sign of cooking in the kitchen, the house might have had some positive energy.
Clearly, although Bai Yinman lived there, she had already become one of the Living Dead, rarely making normal meals three times a day.
I took a deep breath and walked to the door, just as I was about to press the doorbell.
Bai Yinman's voice, pale and indifferent, came through, "Han Dai, I did not expect you would come looking for me. Aren't you filming your big fantasy drama in Xiangshan? What are you doing here? To show off your power?"
