Tap, tap, tap...
Three old horses crushed the turbid puddle water beneath their hooves, pulling a wide wagon as they raced towards the direction of Shanyang City.
Bai Mo, the Miao girl, her face pale and her clothing subtly stained with blood, leaned weakly inside the carriage, her eyes fixed on the pitch-black sky outside the small window, her brows slightly furrowed:
"Boss Jiang, something seems off. It was about to become light just a moment ago.
We've been traveling for a long while since boarding the wagon, so why is it still so dark? Even with dense clouds and endless rain, there should be at least a glimmer of daylight, right?"
At this moment, on this girl, a Colonel under the spellbinding command, most of her silver-decorative Silver Sheath Poison had vanished, and even those remaining had dimmed, as if severly drained of energy.
Lying by her side was Jiang Feipeng, his face as pale as gold parchment.
