Night gradually arrived.
The temperature at Vulture's Mouth seemed to get lower.
After getting off the car, tiny drops of rain started to fall on their heads where they felt goosebumps all over their bodies.
The headlights could not penetrate through the dark night. They started to feel that the mountain that looked like a bird's beak felt dreary and cold.
"Why is this terrible place so cold?" Someone complained.
"… Don't you know what season is it already? It'll be strange if it's not cold in the mountains!"
"D*rn! My spine is numb already—"
Everyone commented on the surrounding as they murmured in a low tone. When the night winds blew, that somehow attributed to a feeling of terror.
Xiang Wan pulled her coat tighter and wrapped one more around with Cheng Zheng's muffler. However, she was still feeling cold.
