It rained heavily.
Zhou Yun held the steering wheel tightly, and the wipers on the windshield could no longer keep up with the rhythm of the heavy rain. The figure that suddenly appeared in the middle of the road made all the blood in his body freeze - it was a woman in ancient costume, holding a bronze mirror in her arms.
"Squeak——"
The tires squealed on the slippery road. At the moment when the vehicle spun out of control, Zhou Yun saw the woman's face clearly through the rain curtain. It was a face that should not exist in the world, with a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows that was so bright that it was dazzling.
"Bang!"
The moment the airbag exploded, he subconsciously clenched the pendant on his chest - it was a bronze fragment found at the antique market today. The stall owner swore that it was a cultural relic from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Before his consciousness fell into darkness, Zhou Yun heard a faint sigh: "Finally... I found a suitable host..."
