Turning Himself In
"What do you mean?"
Yuan Shan was clearly taking Fu Qian's advice very seriously.
"Nothing. Let's keep going. It'll all become clear when we get there."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian had clearly picked up the advisors' bad habit of only telling half the story and not explaining a thing.
Though she undoubtedly wanted to hit someone, Yuan Shan clearly didn't have the energy to press him for more. She gave an annoyed snort, then turned her attention back to driving.
Since they had been driving around in circles earlier and hadn't actually gone far in a straight line, the three of them soon arrived back in the vampire district.
But now, compared to before, a disturbing sight greeted them.
Scattered pedestrians had appeared on what had been a quiet road.
Young and old, they were all on foot.
They shared one trait: not a single one said a word. They didn't interact with each other at all, simply walking along in silence.
What stood out most was their astonishing bearing.
Every one of them was just like the elegant gentleman from earlier: backs straight, steps confident and graceful.
At a glance, they looked like zombies attending court.
Of course, Chief Yuan's expression was just as stiff.
Witnessing this obviously abnormal scene, she gripped the sleek U-shaped steering wheel until it creaked. It seemed liable to give way at any moment.
But that concern didn't last long. The brakes soon squealed, and the car came to a stop.
Looking out through the window, Fu Qian spotted a familiar sight: the grounds outside Grantham Manor, where they had been earlier.
But it looked quite different from when they'd left. Darkness, almost tangible, seemed to seep out from every corner, enveloping the place in a deep, silent gloom.
And in