The howling wind swept past.
The driver's head wobbled precariously on his neck.
Gu Mian stood behind him, watching.
The driver, his back to Gu Mian, stared in the direction Zhuifeng Shaonian had fled for a long time before finally turning back around.
This place still seemed to be in the suburbs of the city, pitch-dark. The wind howled from time to time, making the green belts on both sides sway.
Gu Mian thought this would be a perfect location for a horror film. If he were a director, he'd certainly choose this feng shui treasure land.
And the scene before him now also seemed straight out of a horror film.
A headless driver... No, he had a head, but it was about to fall off.
A driver, his head about to detach, stood in the middle of the road. A large amount of fresh blood gushed from his severed neck. The scarf, originally wrapped around his neck, had slipped halfway off during his run and now just barely clung to his shoulder.
