In an instant, Chen Fei's vision plunged into darkness, unable to see anything, while various cacophonous sounds began echoing in his ears.
Whispers akin to murmurs, along with children's laughter, though the laughter swiftly morphed into the roars and shouts of adults.
There was no semblance of order among the languages, yet the tone of the voices grew increasingly urgent, as if something were relentlessly chasing behind them.
Afraid to pause, it seemed that any momentary stoppage would herald something dreadful.
The darkness before Chen Fei seemed to be tugged at, and his eyes, already unable to see, suddenly regained their sight.
Instinctively, Chen Fei squinted, shielding his eyes from the sunlight in the sky. After a moment, with a somewhat bewildered expression, he lowered his hand and surveyed his surroundings.
This was a mountain village, yet at this moment, it was eerily quiet, devoid of any sound.
