Mad Dog

Many years ago, Zhi Qi had visited this so-called “home” of Jiang Qi’s, but unfortunately, that encounter with the boy ended unpleasantly, and they hadn’t seen each other for three years since.

This time, she was brought here by Jiang Qi.

The shantytown in Chen Kong Alley hadn’t been renovated or maintained for many years; it remained a foul-smelling mess.

It had rained yesterday, and the ground was muddy. After just a few steps, both of their shoes were already dirty, but neither paid any attention to it.

Before long, Jiang Qi led Zhi Qi to the door of the place where he had lived for over a decade.

The lock on the courtyard was gone, one of the windows was broken, and the low houses were covered in layers of dust. Even though the sky was dim and visibility was poor, an air of gloom was undeniable.

Zhi Qi remembered that when she visited before, she accidentally stepped into a puddle of foul water in the alley. Later, she developed numerous small blisters from an infection that itched unbearably, and she couldn’t help but scratch until she broke one, leaving a tiny scar that remained to this day.

This place seemed to harbor a malevolent aura; anyone who came into contact with it would have bad luck.

In the dim light, there was a glint of something sinister in Jiang Qi’s eyes.