Chapter 9 The moment those ghostly hands were about to touch Hong Zhong, the keen intuition honed by years of walking the line between life and death kicked in. He lunged forward in a reflexive dive, narrowly evading their grasp. However, the hands were only the beginning. It was afternoon, and the sun had not yet set, yet the entities within the furniture store were defying their natural instincts, moving openly in broad daylight. Hong Zhong’s sudden intrusion seemed to have broken some…