Zhang Yang's behavior made Qi Qian get another message: these dead people were very afraid of the owner of the voice.

Don't you be afraid?

Obviously they are dead, but the owner of that voice can still use inexplicable means to make them completely wiped out.

In this way, Qi Qian became even more interested in the owner of that voice.

He vaguely felt that as long as he found that person, he would be able to leave the unfinished building, leave the 'hell', and return to the world.

But......

Qi Qian raised his eyes and looked at the white fog in front of him.

The voice was in the fog, could he really be inside?

Go in, even if you don't get killed by the thick fog, if you meet that person, he may die,

If he doesn't go in, he may never get out of 'hell'.

It's a tough choice.

And Qi Qian, who didn't have a lollipop to suppress his condition, didn't take long for him to make a decision-

He's going in!

Leaving him waiting where he was, with little to no progress, was worse than letting him die.

Qi Qian, who had made a decision, did not hesitate for a moment, raised his legs and took a step, and broke into the dense fog.

For a moment, the line of sight was covered in the white of the thick fog.

Extremely rich white, no different from black.

I couldn't see anything, I couldn't touch anything, only the icy cold, which went straight into my clothes.

In this dense fog where he couldn't see his fingers, Qi Qian lost his sense of direction, and he could only keep moving forward.

I don't know how long I walked, and a slippery and cold cold rushed into Qi Qian's neck.

Something, in his ear, whispered: "Qi Qian, Qi Qian-"

Qi Qian's first reaction was not to be afraid, but to try to distinguish whether this was a man's voice or a woman's voice.

But he failed.

He could only hear this mysterious and treacherous voice very familiarly, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

What a wicked!

Qi Qian still walked forward, unaffected by the strange coldness on his neck.

And that voice, after calling Qi Qian's name a few times, did not sound again.

Qi Qian took two steps forward, and the scene in front of him suddenly opened up, it was a-

A commercial building under construction!

Construction workers in yellow hard hats come and go, everyone looks in a hurry, they have to complete the task at hand.

There were several people who pierced directly through Qi Qian's body, and Qi Qian didn't feel anything.

He raised his hand, glanced at his palm, which was no different from before, and quickly accepted the reality: he should be, in the state of a ghost.

Qi Qian walked into the building.

This is the structure of the building he is familiar with, and it is exactly the same as the unfinished building.

No.

Qi Qian's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

This may be the unfinished building they have been staying in.

Qi Qian went up to the third floor.

What was supposed to be a room is now covered with tents.

A construction worker came out of the tent with a simple futon looming inside.

Qi Qian's gaze fell on the face of the construction worker who had just stepped out of the tent.

This person is so familiar.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in Qi Qian's eyes.

Isn't this person the guide?

Qi Qian followed the guide downstairs, and saw him looking sneaky, walking outside the building, and looking back at something from time to time.

It seems to be vigilant that no one is following him.

It is true that someone is following him, but he can't see this person.

Qi Qian followed the guide to a small bush at the back of the building, which was usually a place for workers to urinate.