Beneath the night sky.
A dark silhouette flashed past.
With the aid of the ghost domain, the two boats had successfully reached the outskirts of Tower City. At their current speed, they would leave the Tower City area entirely in another two or three minutes.
And.
So far, no one had intercepted them, and the supernatural space outside the city had yet to engulf this area completely.
That was good news.
But everyone knew better than to celebrate before the job was done.
Life was unpredictable.
Often, just when you thought everything was looking up, events would take a sudden turn for the worse and plunge into an abyss beyond saving.
Conversely.
Sometimes, when you thought a situation had deteriorated beyond all hope.
Things could take an unexpected turn.
And a way out would emerge.
That was the fickleness of fate.
Tower City's outskirts were vast, but since they were heading downstream without straying from their general course, they left a trail that was easy to follow. Their enemies would have little trouble catching up.
Old Monk controlled the ghost domain while keeping a wary eye out for supernatural threats around them.
He sensed several dangerous fluctuations, likely from evil spirits lurking on the banks.
"There's something wrong with this river," Ye Fei said.
"I originally thought the corpses on the riverbed were the work of that Burning Paper Man earlier, but we've been seeing them all along the way. There are gaps between them, but they've never disappeared altogether."
"And we've been traveling along the river without any obstacles or attacks from evil spirits."
"I'm afraid something terrifying is hiding in the water."
Ye Fei's expression grew slightly grave.
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