"Chen Xing, why did you stop walking?" Shen Hao continued to rest with his eyes closed, but still asked a question.
But it was completely silent around him—no response at all.
"Hmm?"
He suddenly opened his eyes. In the next moment, Shen Hao's body dropped like a thousand-pound weight, crashing straight through the carriage floor. The instant his feet touched the ground, his figure vanished, and two breaths later he was already nearly thirty zhang away from the carriage.
"Something's wrong!" Shen Hao's face darkened even further—when he used the Earth Escape, it didn't have that usual natural flow, but instead felt forced and awkward. Taking another look around, the street that should have been lively with lanterns and people was now deathly still and completely deserted.
Where is everyone? Where did they all go?
