The car stopped at the entrance of Death Time District, with Wu Ji standing in the front, his posture upright.
Opening the car door, Xu Huan was frantically replying to messages. His wife and father-in-law had called him over a dozen times, seemingly misunderstanding his relationship with Doctor Wu Ji. After attempts to explain proved futile, Xu Huan simply turned off his phone.
"There's something wrong with this district. I smell a strong presence of death, yet I also feel a vast vitality," Wu Ji, dressed in boots and entirely cloaked in black, said.
"What does the smell of death like?" Old Ma lay by the side. It wasn't his first time at Death Time District; he had come here long ago with Doctor Gao, and those memories were seen by Xu Huan.
"Cold, damp, filled with malice, like a snake slithering into your collar, the skin on your chest can clearly feel the scales passing by," Wu Ji, grasping the wall clock with one hand, walked towards the district.
