Evening, a drizzle.
Winter here did not come with snowfalls, but cold rains only. Such rain was now falling on the people's skin, the wooden buildings, and even moistened the black flagstones. The sticky dampness had enwrapped everything.
"Beep! Beep!"
A shabby car drove out from deep inside the mountains and moved gingerly along the winding mountain road. Its dipped headlights were on, the blurry beams penetrating the misty rain.
Gu Yu and Xiaozhai had spent an entire day at Pinghu Mountain and come back empty-handed. The spiritual essence there was very unstable. He detected 1 in some spots and 2 in others, but never a 3.
They did not make it into a thorough exploration. After a brief search, they were reassured that there was no node on the mountain and started to make their way back. It took them more than half a day to return to Baiqing Village again.
They decided to spend the night in the village and check up on that poor girl.
