Jiangli and Fu Shiyan, along with others, soon arrived at the rooftop.
The rooftop of an old residential complex, unlike those of modern ones, was an open terrace shared among residents for drying clothes, with a separate entrance of its own.
The entrance to this building's terrace was but a simple, old iron fence gate, covered in rust, and the lock, due to rusting, had lost its basic function; with a push of the hand, it could be opened.
There was virtually no protective ability at all.
Jiangli pushed open the iron gate and, together with Fu Shiyan, went up to the rooftop first.
The rooftop was dense with dark mist, filled with Evil Qi.
Upon ascending, Jiangli saw the figure of a person standing near the terrace railing, nearly spectral in appearance.
That person stood there, nearly transparent, so frail that it seemed a gust of wind could blow him over.
