Lin Dazhi reeked of alcohol.
He staggered to the gate of the residential complex.
The main gate was already shut.
The light in the guardhouse had long since been extinguished.
After what happened last night, the guard, Uncle Liu, didn't dare to venture out at night.
If he ran into a demonic beast, he'd lose this old life of his.
Normally, no one returned this late at night.
They all hurried home after work, trying to make it back before dark.
No one was willing to gamble with their life.
But tonight, Old Lin was an exception.
BANG! BANG! BANG!—
The sound of pounding echoed with exceptional clarity in the silent night.
Inside the guardhouse, Uncle Liu was jolted awake by the noise.
He didn't dare make a sound. Instead, he got out of bed and crept to the window to peek outside.
But because it was so dark out, he couldn't see who it was at all.
He could only make out a figure, relentlessly pounding on the gate.
The sound carried far into the distance...
