The mall Boss suddenly made a call, which Han Fei never expected.
Looking at the phone number on the screen, he felt like an underling from a gang who had decided to turn to the light, only to receive a final warning from the boss upon contacting the police.
At this moment, the family in room nineteen was also on the verge of madness. If the Boss said anything wrong on the phone, Han Fei might be torn to shreds by these people directly.
"To answer or not to answer?"
While Han Fei hesitated, a pale and tender face had already seen the phone number on Han Fei's screen.
This call held a special significance for the deceased in the room. Merely seeing the number caused all "shadows" to start mutating crazily!
Black veins, like plant rhizomes, crawled out of their bodies with a strong stench, spreading across the room.
From the seven portraits on the wooden table came crying, and all the people in the photographs shed bloody tears, staring at Han Fei with eyes swollen with Hatred.
