He kept driving.
Toward the city center.
As they continued deeper into the city, Little Monk, seated in the passenger seat, widened his eyes and stared outside. Although the streets appeared empty, he spotted many strange things along the way.
The rotting corpse of a cat lay discarded by the roadside.
A turtle with its shell torn open and its flesh mangled crawled shakily across the ground, not yet completely dead.
At the windows of some buildings, there were no Vicious Ghosts in sight, but someone had placed mannequin models from clothing stores there one after another. At a glance, they looked like people standing there, creating an extremely eerie sight.
From time to time, one or two desperate cries and calls for help rang out from somewhere.
Yet they would abruptly stop almost as soon as they began.
It was as though he were suffering from auditory hallucinations.
There were no evil spirits to be seen anywhere, yet everything seemed to suggest their presence.
It was utterly abnormal.
If he had been alone, he probably would have turned around and left immediately, not daring to stay in such a place for even another minute. This place felt even more oppressive and terrifying than the Supernatural World.
"North District isn't all that large, only a little over a thousand square kilometers."
"The central urban area is only dozens of kilometers away."
"Under normal circumstances, we could reach our destination in a little over twenty minutes. However, considering that there might be abandoned vehicles and other discarded objects blocking the road, it may actually take more than half an hour."
Old Monk did not seem particularly concerned about the abnormalities in the urban area.
He was only a driver, after all.
After delivering Jiang Qiao to his destination, he would leave