Hearing the heavy breathing behind her, Yue Qingqing didn't even turn her head.
This seemingly normal estate was suffused with the scent of blood that ordinary people couldn't detect.
No amount of clean water could wash it away.
And the number of spirits here was unprecedented for Yue Qingqing.
What a gathering of perverts this place is.
The most terrifying thing was how these people felt no guilt for their actions, but rather pride.
In some ways, their mental states were unassailable.
These wronged souls could only wander each day, being exhausted until their souls dissipated.
But they couldn't take revenge.
As Yue Qingqing walked through, she saw many pairs of resentful eyes.
There were men, women, young, and old.
These spirits had lost their reason, only their obsession for revenge remained.
Various thoughts turned in Yue Qingqing's mind, forming a preliminary idea.
The subsequent journey was quite strange.
Yue Qingqing was taken to a studio for a photo shoot.
