Unexpectedly, one day, Du Zhaolin and Rong Shenning found themselves criticizing officials for being lax and incompetent.
Inside the county town, the streets were empty with only a few pedestrians passing by. Most of the shops were closed, and under the eaves hung tattered lanterns that swayed gently with the breeze, like the final years of an old man.
Du Zhaolin clenched the dice in his hand and nudged Rong Shenning, speaking nervously, "Shenning, something's very off about this county town."
A cold wind blew past, causing Rong Shenning to shrink his neck, "I feel it too. Let's sell the bear quickly and leave."
The eeriness of the town was unsettling.
Du Zhaolin, wary, looked around and nodded, "Let's move quickly."
They hastened their steps.
