A man stood in a relatively quiet neighborhood. Because the sky was gradually darkening, there were fewer people around. However, fear and panic filled the man's eyes, especially after what had just happened; it was as if he had seen a ghost.,It's summer now. When Xia Ming returned to his residence, he was still sweating profusely. He took a cold shower in the bathroom and finally felt relieved. He sat back on his sofa. The furnishings in his home were simple, with a sofa, television, and other common furniture, all apparently existing from the original house.,Just then, he was almost scared out of his wits. The old man was clearly checking his own back, and for no apparent reason, he just walked away without saying a word. Strangely enough, such a voice appeared in his mind.。