Jiang Qiao took one look.
He stepped on the gas again and drove Lu Tianxiong's sedan rapidly toward the bridge.
The distance was less than three kilometers.
But that alley kept appearing again and again.
Sometimes it was in the wasteland; sometimes it was between abandoned buildings. The group of children also ran out of the alley from time to time, or ran into it from outside.
Jiang Qiao swept his gaze around.
At the instant those children appeared, he clearly sensed a faint ripple in the void.
"Were they being teleported out of the alley?"
"But with them constantly running back and forth like this, is it the manifestation of a supernatural rule, or are they reenacting some part of history?"
If they were merely reenacting history.
Then it wasn't a major problem.
In many supernatural events, illusions constantly reenacted a period of time that had once occurred.
For example, reenacting a living person jumping from a building.
Or reenacting a porter transporting goods.
To ordinary people who didn't know the truth, these actions seemed to mean that the resentment of someone who had died a tragic death while alive was too great, causing them to repeatedly reenact the process of their death at the place where it had happened. This gave rise to legends of things like earthbound spirits.
For example.
There had once been a very eerie office building in the bustling downtown area of a major city.
No one knew why.
Every year, on the Seventh Day of the Seventh Lunar Month, one office worker in the building would die at random.
The method of death varied, though most were accidents.
Occasionally, murder was involved.
For example, four years ago, at a network company on the eighth floor, a programmer finished work at nine in the