The wind began to pick up, blurring his vision.
Old Man Zhang cursed under his breath, feeling a chilly breeze blowing against his back.
He spat out a curse and rubbed his shoulders with his hands.
"Damn it, it's getting colder tonight—"
When he looked up, he saw a slow-moving figure not far from him.
He squinted his eyes to see—
Night had already fallen.
The figure was only about a dozen steps away from him, its dark and thick hair hanging forward. Why was it drooping like that?
He took a closer look and realized that the approaching figure—had no face!
His drunkenness was suddenly half gone, he stumbled back a step, his thoughts cleared, he rubbed his eyes, thinking this was too outrageous.
Looking again—he realized it was just a person in a black and white jacket walking backwards.
"Damn, you scared the hell out of me."
He murmured another curse under his breath.
