Inside Wushan Prefecture.
Zhang Rongfang walked slowly toward the direction of the voice.
He passed through neighborhoods, through large, desolate residential houses.
Then he arrived at a white two-story building that seemed abandoned for a long time.
The building here seemed to have some kind of special style.
Between the floors, in the center position, there was a railing with a crescent-shaped arc.
On the rooftop, there was an incense burner taller than a person, on which crowded black birds stood densely.
The eyes of these birds were blood red, quite strange. They stood together silently, like scattered sesame seeds.
"Come...."
The voice emanated from inside the building.
Zhang Rongfang looked up at the nameplate outside the building.
On the right side of the entrance, there was a hanging iron plaque, with a deep blue monochrome butterfly fixed with iron nails.
Below, written in spiritual text: Wishes.
