In the dark and silent night, the entire street was shrouded in a strange tranquility. It was silent and silent, and even the sound of air movement could not be heard. And deep in the street, a faint figure appeared vaguely. "Zhao'er!" A sudden sound broke the uneasy calm. As if a mechanism somewhere had been activated, the originally silent street was suddenly covered by the sound of wind and the sound of shoe soles scraping against the ground. It was like everything that had been suppressed and dead suddenly came to life. As the footsteps gradually approached, Rong Zhao gradually closed his eyes.