The moon was waxing and the ancient city of Wuyuan was accompanied only by dim street lights. The old residential area was completely dark. All the residents started to fall asleep.
Xian Guiying took out a small flashlight and walked down the corridor. As soon as she reached the second floor, the flashlight went out. She stopped, sighed, threw a flashlight into her bag, and walked up the stairs step by step in the darkness.
No matter what, Xian Guiying was still a woman and a human being. Although she did not believe in ghosts, the sound of footsteps echoing in the darkness was still quite frightening when it was almost midnight. She felt a chill run down her spine and hesitated for a moment. She didn't know if she should go back downstairs to buy a flashlight battery or not.
After considering it for a while, she felt that she was thinking too much about it. Gritting her teeth, she held the bag around her waist and quickly walked forward.
