Chapter 12 Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases

The moon was dim and the city was lit up by a myriad twinkling lights.

Ning Tao ate something on the street and went back to his community.

The buildings in this community, built in the 80s, were outdated brick and concrete structures that looked gray and old. The community didn't even have a name.

Ning Tao's parents left him a house of 80 square meters. Ning Tao would go home during the summer and winter holidays, and on Saturdays when he didn't work.

It was just because the things left by his parents at home could make him feel the existence of his parents.

When he got to the door, Ning Tao's face suddenly turned cold.

The old wooden door was daubed with red paint, and a large "DEATH" was written on the wall beside the door.

The paint was still wet, and its strong smell filled the corridor. There were other odors.

Ning Tao got his mind down to the depth of the point betw