The stars filled the sky, moonlight coldly illuminating Anderson Castle, making the castle shine like a star in the mountains at night.
The sound of a helicopter rose again from the rooftop of the castle, waking Mr. Gold from his light sleep. He hurriedly threw off the covers and went to the window to look out.
In the clear night sky, a helicopter was flying forward.
At this moment, the only means of transportation out of the Ancient Village were cars and trains.
A rundown train station, even the large neon lightbox on the platform was half-lit.
A man and a woman dressed in black sportswear got out of a black car, walking quickly with anxious steps and lowered their hat brims, heading swiftly to the train station.
"Blake, I'll buy the tickets. Watch carefully if anyone is following us. I always have the feeling like eyes are watching us." Rosie Scott spoke in a low voice to Blake Shaw, who was walking alongside her.
