The city boundary between Shanming and Huhai had been washed beyond recognition by the torrential rain, nearly impossible to make out.
The handover sign, built from four pure-white stone pillars, stood over the broad, pitch-black highway. On either side, the asphalt shimmered silver beneath the accumulating rainwater.
Dim yellow headlights flickered lonely in the stormy night.
Fang Shenyan lowered his head to light a cigarette. Sitting in the driver's seat, he watched through the thick glass as Chang Nian shoveled away at the black earthen slope, one scoop at a time.
Loose soil mixed with rainwater, slowly beginning to pile up.
The heavy rain continued to pour without pause.
Wei Guang's chest hurt terribly, so badly that he was nearly unable to breathe.
But even more painful—more horrifying—were the shrill screams of the six employees outside the car amid the downpour.
Even through the windows, they came through with startling clarity beneath the pounding rain.
Six employees from Branches No. 6, No. 7, and No. 8 underwent inhuman mutations.
Straws like steel needles grew savagely from their pores, piercing through them and tearing apart their skin.
Blood streamed down along the roots of the straw. The blood brought out from within their bodies rapidly gathered into rivers across the ground.
Gu Qingyun's clamor, provocations, and threats still rang in their ears, finally becoming an undeniable reason none of them could stay out of this.
He had gone completely mad. No longer satisfied with one-on-one Decapitation Operations, he wanted to drag everyone down with him.
His madness forced many others into madness as well.
Ji Li, Mei Sheng, Hou Guisheng, Su Chenghe, Xue Tingtao, Li Guanqi, and the other employees still able to move and still possessing cursed items all desperately set out to hunt down Gu Qingyun.
If he