For eight years, no one had touched this formation.
But today, it was abnormally frequent.
The man seemed to have thought of something. His slender fingers picked up a round stone and placed it in front of him. After repeating this over and over again, a new formation formed.
He raised his eyes and looked at the night sky. Seeing that it was about time, he stood up and left.
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Hua Wuyan and Yan Shuang waited for Qin Feng's return at the inn. However, Qin Feng didn't come back even after four o'clock in the afternoon. They found out that he was on the way after making a phone call.
Therefore, they took the lead and arrived at the long bridge.
The long bridge was the same as yesterday—half of it hidden in the fog.
There were no sights of the mountains and trees.
After sunset, Fu Tingyu and Han Xiao didn't come out, nor did Qin Shu. The two of them were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
