Xiǎng Shàn's tone was eerie, sending a chill down everyone's spine!
A breeze from an unknown origin felt as if it came from a winter season, causing everyone to shiver! The man with glasses trembled, shouting as his voice grew hoarser and more strained with each word, this fear showing signs of his psychological defense crumbling!
"You're not joking, right?"
Everyone was looking at Xiang Shan, but he didn't speak again; he quietly stepped forward through the crowd, walking to the front, and then looked at the street shrouded in the night.
The others also turned their gaze to where Xiang Shan was looking. The street was silent, with no sign of any figure, the night deep and a thick fog had arisen, making everything beyond a hundred meters blurred.
The atmosphere was silent for an indeterminate amount of time, and it was then that Xiang Shan finally spoke, saying in a deep voice, "You should go back."
His words stunned everyone, even Xu Mengyun looked at him in puzzlement.
