There was a small wooden boat at the ferry crossing.
After making their decision, Jiang Qiao and Long Peiyun immediately set off, rowing toward the opposite bank.
Yan Mo discussed the matter briefly with the Chen siblings.
They also chose to follow.
As for the dozen or so ordinary people, some had already been scared witless. They did not even dare move, having completely turned into ostriches. At least they were still alive for now, so they were utterly resistant to taking risks.
That was simply courting death.
Yet there were plenty of people like that in reality.
Even knowing that shrinking back would bring serious consequences, they still did not dare take a single step forward.
They could only hope for a miracle.
Of course.
There were also some who summoned their courage and followed Yan Mo and the other two, hoping to fight for a chance at survival.
As for these people,
Jiang Qiao did not stop them from following.
But he did not give them any special consideration either.
Whether they could leave alive would depend entirely on their own fate.
The river was not wide.
There were no assorted evil entities either, so everyone soon reached the opposite bank.
Compared to the small town from before, this place looked extremely crude. There was only a small path paved with gravel, stretching from the ferry crossing into the depths of the fog ahead.
The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.
In the empty environment, the only sound echoing around was the "rustle, rustle, rustle" of the group stepping along the gravel path.
The survivors were all terrified.
They looked around constantly,
afraid that a vicious ghost might leap out nearby and wipe them all out.
In Supernatural Events, such caution was actually quite important. Especially for ordinary people,