Upon recognizing Han Mei.
Zhou Yi's palms were drenched in cold sweat. The woman had jumped to her death, and even her corpse was cremated. How could she possibly experience Resurrection?
Strange, very strange.
His eyes swept over to Boss Bei beside him, "Swindler, what kind of place is this?"
This place.
It's definitely not a simple trading venue.
"Here... here, ah."
Boss Bei, as if awakening from a dream, responded, "It belongs to the Half-Yin Land, a special kind of place.
Only at certain times, in certain ways.
Can one enter.
Because of the concealment of such places, gradually, it evolved into an underground trading venue within the industry."
Zhou Yi frowned.
Indeed.
They departed at midnight, a special time.
They arrived by that bizarre bus, a special place.
Zhou Yi pressed on, "Didn't you notice that there's something off about those people on stage?"
