All was silent.
The dimly lit road was shrouded in mist, forever cloaked in mystery and darkness.
Half an hour after Jiang Qiao left.
Under the thick night, a furtive figure cautiously approached the residential community's back gate.
However...
When she saw the wreckage by the roadside, her body visibly stiffened.
Black ashes.
An unburned lantern.
And... a corpse with its eyes wide open in death.
"My God!"
"What happened?"
The speaker was a woman. She stared at the corpse in shock and found it somewhat familiar. She had seen the other party before at the ghost market.
In an instant.
A terrifying guess surfaced in her mind.
The thought chilled her from head to toe, and her expression turned stunned. "Something major has happened!"
"Someone attacked the carriage?"
"Crazy!"
"Some lunatic actually dared to attack the carriage!"
"Don't they value their life?"
Without another thought, she turned and ran, not daring to remain there.
This could fucking drag her into trouble!
She ran fast.
Two minutes after she left, another carriage unhurriedly arrived at the residential community's back gate.
The Green Lamp glowed dimly.
The wooden horse stood silent.
The coachman, dressed in a black cloak and wearing a mask, stared deeply at the scene of devastation covering the ground. Several other passengers were seated inside the carriage, all wearing stunned, incredulous expressions.
"Is it the authorities?"
After a long while.
Someone broke the silence and said uneasily, "Have the authorities investigated this far?"
"It wasn't the authorities."
The coachman's gloomy voice rang out:
"If it were the authorities."
"We'd be facing a group of investigators right now."
"Then who was it? Who could be bold enough to attack the ghost-market carriage..." A fat passenger's flesh trembled all over, clearly frightened.
In his view.
Anyone who knew about this