In the former Ghost Post Office, now the Hell Apartment.
Sun Rui sat on a sofa in the empty first-floor lobby, resting on a cane, calmly staring at the woman in front of him.
She was a woman of almost perfect appearance, extraordinarily beautiful, any man who saw her would find her stunning and captivating.
But Sun Rui wouldn't feel that way.
Sun Rui was a ghost-handler, his body and mind eroded by the supernatural, he no longer had the emotions of a normal person, no matter how beautiful the woman sitting in front of him, he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.
"So, Yang Jian sent you to me because he first wants you to meet Zhang Xiangguang and then solve the mystery of your appearance?"
After a brief conversation, Sun Rui roughly understood why He Yuelian had come.
"That should be it, Mister Sun."
