“Have the others arrived yet” he muttered, a chill running down his spine. Regardless, heading out to the abandoned factory in the industrial district on the outskirts of town at near midnight seemed both strange and daring.,The wind mingled with the rain, whistling through empty spaces in a way that felt eerily haunting. It was easy to imagine oneself on a horror film set. Yu Xing felt like she was living in one, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the umbrella handle, her face as pale as a ghost.,Yu Xing reached out to take it, her fingertips accidentally brushing against Hao's assistant's hand.。