It was 3 p.m.
Zhang Xiaoman was standing by a small river, staring at the scene enveloped in thick mist before him, frowning in thought.
"Something's not right... this is very strange..."
He muttered to himself.
The scene in front of him was bizarre, with grey, murky mist shrouding the area ahead while the surrounding regions remained clear.
When it came to mist, it surely couldn't be that only a small area ahead was affected.
"It seems that there might really be something strange here."
Zhang Xiaoman became extremely alert and slowly advanced along the river.
However, rather than calling it a river, it was more like a small drainage ditch.
It was only about three meters wide and half a meter deep, with the muddy bottom clearly visible at a glance.
This place was located south of Southern City, in a village, one of the three locations Li Xiang had told him about yesterday where bizarre events were reported.
