The three continued walking toward the outskirts of the street.
Perhaps because of the Supernatural interference, the communication devices they carried had become completely unusable. Once they opened the channel, all they heard was the crackle of static.
If they waited a little longer, strange sounds would come from it.
The heavy rain reduced visibility to almost nothing. The scene more than ten meters away was a blur, leaving only vague outlines. Beyond twenty meters, everything was a white haze, and nothing could be seen.
Yang Dong gripped the umbrella tightly. The things landing on his head felt nothing like raindrops. They felt like corpses.
They were heavy, cold, and stiff. Faint human-shaped shadows could be seen through the umbrella cloth, but when he looked closely, there was nothing but falling rain. Apart from the pungent stench, nothing else seemed abnormal.
"We can't keep going like this."
Yang Dong led the two of them beneath the awning outside a bank and said solemnly:
"If we continue, we'll most likely get lost."
"If this were just a simple Ghost Wall, it wouldn't be a problem. But according to Meng Wenwen, reality may be merging with the Supernatural place here. We might accidentally walk somewhere we shouldn't."
He had no idea whether what Meng Wenwen said was true, since he had never encountered anything like it himself.
But under the circumstances, every uncertain danger had to be treated as certain. Otherwise, taking one wrong step could lead to complete ruin.
"Then what do we do now?"
Meng Jian gazed at the pouring rain and asked in a deep voice, "Are you suggesting we find somewhere familiar to shelter from the rain for a while?"
"Yes."
Yang Dong nodded and slowly said, "The abnormality on this street is very likely related to this