The journey was still very peaceful. It was just that Xie Hui talked too much.
When the car drove into Dong Hua City, Ming Shu winded down the car window. The night wind blew in from the window and stroked against Xie Hui as it flowed past Ming Shu. It was cold and Xie Hui shivered.
When they first entered Dong Hua City, the road was deserted. There were no other cars in sight.
In the distance, there was a fog. It got thicker steadily.
Ming Shu's mouth curled up slowly. Here it is.
Xie Hui seemed to have noticed something too. He held the mahogany sword in his hand and looked at the fog in front of him vigilantly.
When the car entered the fog, the scenery in front of Ming Shu changed. Xie Hui disappeared too.
