The night was like a vast black curtain,
completely shrouding the entire construction site.
The lights around the site's perimeter flickered with all their might,
trying to drive away the endless darkness, but they still seemed powerless.
On this seemingly ordinary yet ominous patch of open ground,
a bloodcurdling scream suddenly tore through the silence of the night like a sharp dagger.
It pierced the night's tranquility,
the sound long and shrill,
as if its owner were struggling in agony, their throat squeezed tight by some evil force.
It lingered and echoed in the air, making every hair on one's body stand on end.
Zheng Bolan and Zheng Xuezhen, who were already on edge like startled birds,
jolted at the sudden scream as if they had been struck by an electric current.
Their faces instantly turned deathly pale, completely drained of color,
and their bodies began to shiver uncontrollably, as if they had been plunged into a freezing cellar.
In almost the same instant,
