The next day, Jiang Yi drove to Mid-Mountain Villa.
She had raced along this mountain road before, so she was fairly familiar with it.
She parked her car in front of a decrepit villa and got out.
The old villas here were sparsely scattered on the mountainside, nearly identical in appearance, but varied in their levels of disrepair.
Jiang Yi passed by a villa where the outer wall was overgrown with vegetation.
The eerie vibe emanating from inside made her shiver involuntarily.
Not far from the creepy villa was another that looked relatively decent.
It was obvious that someone lived there, as the exterior walls had likely been repainted.
A middle-aged man was standing inside, pruning a crabapple tree.
The man noticed Jiang Yi walking past the gate and stopped his work, looking up at her.
