Monsters entwined with each other grew streaks of black lines on their bodies as they twisted and pursued Gao Ming.
"Your friend did it! He made it back alive from the tunnel!" Gao Ming's father had previously placed his last hope on Luo Dong, and Luo Dong did not disappoint them.
The bus's horn echoed far in the silent city, dispersing the lingering black fog and carving out a path.
"I never expected that the two seeds I sowed by chance would grow so rapidly and pull me out of the abyss," Gao Ming said as he kicked open the dilapidated stairwell door and looked up to see Luo Dong sitting in the driver's seat.
His clothes were in tatters, and he clenched the steering wheel with both hands, his arms still impaled with fragments of the car window.
This bus, emerging from deep within the tunnel, bore scratches all over, with every window shattered and a thick layer of dried blood staining the exterior; its original color was unrecognizable.
