"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.
At this moment, inside the Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club.
In the meeting room on the fourth floor.
A huge metal table was situated here, large enough to seat thirty people, but right now, only about a dozen were gathered, seemingly discussing something.
"It has been confirmed that Yan Li died due to a vengeful ghost's resurgence. The incident occurred fifty miles outside Dachang City, next to a stretch of highway. This is the satellite image; you can take a look." Wang Xiaoqiang, chairing the meeting, wore a suit and tie, exuding the composure and sophistication of a successful businessman.
Beneath the projection, a satellite image was displayed.
It was the exact location of Yan Li's accident.
There, a pool had formed, filled with converging blood.