After a long while.
The crack gradually disappeared, and the sky once again filled with dark clouds.
The torrential rain pattered down. Aside from the three of them, there were no other pedestrians left on the entire street.
"Let's find somewhere to take shelter from the rain first. There's something off about this rain." Yang Dong withdrew his gaze from the sky and frowned slightly.
A faint, ominous premonition had lingered in his heart all along, clinging to him like a bone-eating maggot that refused to go away.
It made him eager to leave this area.
"I feel it too. I don't know whether the problem lies with this street itself or with the rain, but there's always this unreal sense of disorientation. This street is far too quiet. We need to find a street with people on it."
Meng Jian carefully surveyed their surroundings and strongly agreed with Yang Dong.
Once they had made up their minds, they did not linger.
The three of them held up their umbrellas and began walking along the sidewalk beside the street toward the main road.
The rain poured down, and most people were staying at home. Even so, there were still some supermarkets and shops open on both sides of the main road.
No matter when it was.
There were always some people who refused to believe in bad omens and were unafraid of death, believing that "the timid starve while the bold feast."
They did business when others did not dare to, and provided services when others did not dare to.
Of course.
At times like this, the prices were inevitably less than pleasant.
But who could blame them when they were the only ones still open?
It was essentially a de facto monopoly formed during a special period.
What made