The distant sunset had already sunk mostly below the horizon, painting half the sky red.
Peng Tian, more accurately the Peng Tian who had occupied He Jian's body, was walking on a green, grassy mountain road, with the leaves of triangle maple and mulberry trees gently swaying in the breeze along both sides.
As Peng Tian walked down the winding mountain road, he felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him. He stopped, looked back, and the dimming light of the day impaired his vision, preventing him from seeing far, such as the figure behind the mulberry tree with thick branches ten meters away. He couldn't clearly tell if it was a stone or a human figure.
The advice of the former town mayor of the man-made Ghost Town, Xu Su, surfaced in Peng Tian's mind.
