Two boats.
Traveled along the river, one ahead of the other.
The once-prosperous streets on both banks had fallen into complete silence.
The sky in the direction of the docks had turned grayish yellow, as if foreshadowing some supernatural phenomenon brewing.
But the people aboard the boats—
Whether it was the Old Monk or Ye Fei, none of them could tell whether this supernatural phenomenon belonged to the living, the Vicious Ghost in the dockyard repair shop, or some other evil lurking in the West District.
However.
Until the two boats rounded a bend and the scenery behind them was blocked by a large cluster of buildings,
They had not suffered any supernatural attack.
Nor had anything pursued them from the direction of the docks.
"Following the river downstream, it'll take only twenty-some minutes to leave the central urban area of Tower City. But to leave Tower City's entire coverage range, I'm afraid it'll take three or four hours."
The Old Monk explained.
Aside from the central urban area, a city also had outlying urban districts.
Beyond the outlying districts,
There were suburbs.
For a city spanning more than ten thousand square kilometers, completely leaving it was not something that could be rushed.
Besides.
The supernatural coverage probably extended beyond Tower City.
They also had to be prepared for the possibility that the Supernatural Space outside Tower City had been corrupted.
"It doesn't matter."
Ye Fei's expression remained calm.
On the yacht.
Liu Jianxiang operated the rudder, keeping the vessel on a steady course.
Every now and then,
He would turn to look behind him.
Whenever he saw that the fishing boat was still following them, he felt a wave of relief.
It was like this.
A timid person naturally hoped to have friends and family beside him. But