Yang Fan's call did not get any response.
The silence inside the villa was so oppressive it caused a sense of panic.
It was so quiet to the extreme that not a single sound came through.
It was as if the place was completely cut off from sound, leaving only a silent vacuum.
"Fine, you want to be like that? Then don't expect any leniency from me," Yang Fan crushed the cigarette butt beneath his foot, then stood up, opened the door to the villa, and propped it open with a vase to keep it that way.
Having done all this, he strode straight towards the second floor.
To the naked eye, the second floor looked clean and tidy, with no issues at all.
But under the Heavenly Eye Technique, the place was like a fog-filled spider den, that kind of den belonging to a centuries-old spider, with green fog that seemed alive, flowing everywhere.
Yang Fan ignored these things and went directly into one of the rooms.
The fog was thickest here, appearing to emanate from inside out.
