The Eerie Tycoon: Trillions of Ghostly Talismans, I Rebuild the Underworld's Order

The sky outside the window was a stifling dark red.

A thick, bloodlike fog had swallowed Ningyang City. Streetlights could not pierce even ten feet through it, the streets were deserted, and only intermittent, indistinct sobs drifted out of the shadows.

Chen Yan leaned in the corner of an office building, holding a crumpled hundred-yuan bill between his fingertips.

Three days ago, it could still buy him a hotpot meal.

Now, it could not even get him a mouthful of clean water.