"Demon City sounds like the name of a European castle, so we must be staying in a stable." Tang Zheng, bored, was playing with a dry straw, and through a crack in the wooden door above his head, he had already seen a thin black horse.
"Achoo! How long do we need to wait?" The smell of horse dung in the air was irritating, and Lu Fan, who was waiting on the steps, didn't want to continue. "It has been twenty minutes. Can't we go yet?"
"I'll go and check." Qin Yan stood up, saw Tang Zheng didn't refuse, pushed open the wooden door overhead, and then raised her head in the creaking sound of the door hinge to reveal her eyes and scan the surroundings.
Just as Tang Zheng had said, it was a dilapidated stable. The wooden boards of the roof had rotted away, leaving holes everywhere. Warm sunlight was shining down on piles of hay. An old horse got startled by the sudden appearance of a head and ran off into the distance.
