Wang Yuan traveled to Linjiang City, and when he regained consciousness, he was already standing at the alley of the old city where heavy rain was pouring. There was no cell phone signal, the street lights flickered on and off, and the water under my feet strangely reflected a "self" moving half a beat slower.
The broken warning line at the alleyway flapped against the wall in the wind, and a vague reminder came from the distance: "Don't look back!"
Before Wang Yuan had time to sort out the time-travel information, a charred corpse in front of him suddenly twitched and turned over, and then, a head covered with broken thunder scales, with an everted spine, slowly crawled out like a monster squeezed out of the shadow of a wall. The thing was obviously seriously injured, and there were still traces of gunshots, electric burns and burns on its body, but even so, it still had a sense of oppression that would make ordinary people suffocate. Wang Yuan didn't even understand "where this was", so he was thrown directly into the life-and-death chase. He instantly realized that this was not an ordinary city, but a ghost place that would swallow people alive.
