A midnight ghost story—Ghost Carriage?
I had to admit, the scene before me was a little too classic. It was veering rapidly into horror-movie territory.
From this angle, visibility outside really was poor. The night was undeniably deep.
There were no stars or moon in the murky sky, and the scattered lights on the surrounding buildings were the only things illuminating the area.
Riding a carriage alone in an environment like this really set the mood.
And in a scene that already felt like the last ride of the night, there was actually another driverless carriage following behind, keeping pace one step at a time, forever trailing along...
And of all times, the carriage had to break down...
As if being stranded here weren't bad enough, the driver was completely unmoved. When you went to check what was happening, you'd discover in horror that the driver had already bled from every orifice...
I had to admit, if the clown had made a more technically impressive entrance like this, it would have made a much stronger impression.
Unfortunately, despite Fu Qian's expectations, even after black sludge poured from the carriage driver's ears and had nearly soaked his entire upper body, that familiar figure still failed to appear.
The only thing he gained was a strong sense of Unseen Hill's distinctive atmosphere from the streets on either side.
This was definitely that same old place, even if he probably hadn't been to this particular spot before.
It did look a little deserted, but this "prosperous metropolis" still seemed to be running just fine. There were no obvious signs of devastation, and he hadn't seen any ruins or rubble.
Where was Gray?
Even this fallback question seemed to be meeting with a little disappointment.
Fortunately, Fu Qian had never been one for overly