The aroma was captivating, and the owner even gifted them two cans of beer.
Feng Yiru had already put on plastic gloves and picked up a lobster to peel.
Her posture was elegant, but her movements were skillful, indicating she was no stranger to eating lobster.
Bai Yanliang couldn't stop thinking about what Feng Yiru had just said, and he had lost his appetite.
If... it really was as Feng Yiru said, or as he had speculated.
Then... how would one explain the ghosts in Fog Gathering?
Are they supposed to be the so-called rotten humanity...
Bai Yanliang felt that maybe he wasn't wrong, and Feng Yiru wasn't wrong either, just not complete.
It was evident that those capable of breeding distorted shadows were all people who had committed crimes, whose emotions surged to an extreme at some moment. Perhaps, this was the condition for the formation of "ghosts"?
"So, do you agree?"
Feng Yiru suddenly asked.
