"Come behind my door?"
Every word on the phone screen exuded ferocity and hatred, just a glance made one's spine tingle, as if the blood-soaked hand would swallow them in the next moment.
In the world shrouded in black mist, there were thirteen Blood Cities. Gao Ming suspected that the mysterious boss was related to one of these Blood Cities, so he wanted to communicate with the other party. However, at this moment, he frowned.
Honestly, anyone who saw such blood-red words appearing on their phone would never choose to accept the invitation.
"It seems the boss values you a lot." The shop assistant curiously poked her head out; the stitch tattoo on her neck was nearly undone, her head and torso seemed to be separated.
"Where is his door located?"
"In a restroom at a park in Hanjiang," the shop assistant awkwardly touched her neck, "The boss loves attracting customers to his ghost house, but this time he mentioned the door, I feel like he has something important to tell you."
