As soon as the two stepped into the mansion district, they felt the sky suddenly change from clear to overcast, and a stale, decaying air hit them in the face,
The roads within the mansion district had long since fallen into disrepair, with cracked concrete surfaces overgrown with weeds, and the streetlights on either side tilted, most of the bulbs shattered.
The vine plants in the green belts grew wildly, climbing over the abandoned villas, the paint on the villa exteriors had long since peeled, mottled and variegated.
Most of the doors and windows were broken, the dark windows looked like lifeless eyes, coldly watching the two walking on the road.
An eerie wind howled, Yang Mengzhu clung to Jiang Zao's arm, trembling.
"Want a piece?"
Jiang Zao handed over some chewing gum, completely unfazed by the sinister atmosphere around them; instead, she felt every pore on her body coming alive with excitement.
