Inside the instance.
Yuwen Hao was still slack-jawed, watching the driver who had suddenly spewed blood in front of him.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.
The dense raindrops hammered down, filling the dark night with a RUSHING din that sounded somewhat oppressive.
But Yuwen Hao was too preoccupied to notice the downpour outside.
His mouth agape, he stared dumbfoundedly at the man before him.
Who am I? Where am I? What's happening?
These three questions kept swirling in Yuwen Hao's mind.
Why would an NPC from an instance recognize a player from the real world? Why did they seem to harbor a grudge against each other? Why did the driver suddenly spew blood? What on earth had happened!
His mind felt like a tangled mess, leaving no room for contemplation. He could only react on instinct, staring in shock at the bleeding driver.
The driver, too, had wide eyes and an expression of utter disbelief.
