January 31st, afternoon. The weather forecast was accurate, as torrential rain poured down from the sky.
Inside a car a few kilometers away from the target intersection.
Three people silently waited for the time to arrive.
"The black umbrella is the sign for getting on the bus, but we only have one black umbrella. Only one person can go." He Feng picked up the black umbrella thrown by Li Changhe, which was a long-handled black umbrella, and its surface gave him an eerie, damp touch.
This umbrella was hidden by Liu Yan under the sofa in the villa, and she would take it out from time to time and wipe it, cherishing it very much.
"It's too dangerous to go alone." Bai Luohe, sitting in the driver's seat, looked back and said, "Both of you are very strong, but you'll be facing an unknown environment with unknown powers. It's better not to go alone."
"I know." Li Changhe nodded, "That's why I asked for outside help. All that's left is to wait."
