The night was like an overturned inkstone. The thick black dyed every place in Qingxi Town.
The big raindrops fell down with pitter-patter, as if God kept mumbling something dissatisfied.
"I don't know who got a thousand cuts and what kind of bad things are they doing here!"
Su Mu wrapped the coarse cloth clothes that had turned white from washing tighter around him, stood at the entrance of the town, and spat hard.
He was not originally from here, but a few days ago, he had toiled all the way to this particularly remote town just to find the place marked on a tattered map. This town feels like a place where even birds don't want to poop.
That map was the only clue left by his parents who had been missing for many years.
Who would have thought that this place is so weird.
He looked up at the sky and murmured in a low voice: "Oh my god, if you rain more heavily, you might as well tell me that there's something wrong with this place!"
When it rains, there seems to be an indescribable aura swaying throughout the town.
Su Mu could clearly feel that the tattered book he was holding in his arms was his family's ancestral "Nine Lights Card Record", and it was a little warm.
