The streets around were deserted, and not a soul passed by in silence.
The sound of the wind was like ghostly wails, which seemed somewhat eerie at this moment.
Especially since back at the night club, Ying Jiang had said that those people were particularly superstitious, ready to spend Two Million just to find a so-called solution.
And some things that came out of Ying Jiang's mouth seemed even more bizarre, causing the group to hesitate, feeling a subtle discomfort in their hearts.
Yet they still forced themselves to stay put.
"It's nothing, bro, it's just a drop in temperature, a late spring cold snap, and the wind picking up—"
No sooner had these words been spoken.
There was a noise nearby.
A shadow suddenly darted up to them.
The shrill, panicked scream of a small animal.
"Damn it!"
The few people who were already on edge couldn't hold it together anymore, and instinctively left Ying Jiang behind as they turned and ran.