At eight in the morning.
A car was driving away from Dachang City's urban area, heading to a suburb.
The suburb wasn't deserted; nearby were towns and villages, only with fewer people. Yet, these few days, this area turned peculiar. Black and gray cloud layers hung over the sky, drizzling lightly. The air was filled with a stench that made people uncomfortable.
Even though the weather was warming up, this place still exuded a bone-chilling coldness.
It was as if something terrifying hovered here, affecting the area's environment.
The car screeched to a halt.
On a blocked-off highway, Yang Jian opened the car door and stepped out. He looked into the distance and saw a scattered village shrouded in the continuous rain.
"That thing relocated. It was in the mountain before, but now it's shifted. However, that village is empty. I already had all the people in the surrounding area evacuated urgently," Feng Quan said, his face notably grim as if lifeless.
