Riding his beloved bike, Song Zhuyu arrived in the seaside city two days later.
The area appeared more desolate than he remembered, which was not strange considering how the news of Shenci Island must have exploded among the natives.
Who would dare live so close to a mass grave? Those who had relatives in another city were quick to escape at the first chance they got, while others opted to close their doors and windows lest the curse also affected them somehow. Only scant souvenir stores, motels, and restaurants remained open to the public, albeit the customers were pitifully few. Even the café he had visited twice was now permanently closed, with its interior furniture draped in large white cloth.
It was fortunate that the excavation process in Shenci Island had been completed, thus Song Zhuyu did not have to fear being spotted by the personnel from the Special Department.
