The drizzling rain pattered softly against the umbrella.
The park should have streetlights, but not a single one was lit.
Dark and eerie.
The sound of the wind moaned, the treetops resembling monsters, standing menacingly on either side.
Xing Qiao walked slowly forward, his cold little face tightly held, his hand at his side clenched into a fist, proving he was afraid at that moment.
But when he thought of Chuzheng behind him, he was less afraid.
She should not let anything happen to him.
Getting closer to the red dot on the pass.
He heard the sound of a woman's sobbing amidst the rain.
The sound was faint, as if someone was grasping her throat, the voice struggling to come out.
"Sob..."
Xing Qiao's lips quivered, he bit his lip fiercely, not far ahead, a strange person stood there.
He was strange because his torso looked human.
But his limbs weren't.
His hands and feet were all tree branches.
