Darkness had receded, and Great Desolate City gradually came back into view beyond the window.
Bai Yang looked at Dan Qiulin and said, "Come on. Let's go out and take a look."
Dan Qiulin said nothing. He stood, nodded, and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked.
As he opened the door, Bai Yang turned his head and said, "It's not like we can stay cooped up in this little house forever, is it?"
With that, Bai Yang stepped outside. The street looked no different from yesterday: dead, desolate, and utterly lifeless.
"Senior Sister, why bother with them? We can barely look after ourselves," Wang Lei muttered.
Feng Xiaoxiao glared at Wang Lei, then turned and followed them out. Just as Bai Yang had said, they couldn't stay inside forever, waiting to die.
Once outside, Feng Xiaoxiao noticed Bai Yang standing still and gazing toward the city gates. Curious, she asked, "What are you looking for?"
Bai Yang frowned. "There really isn't a trace of the person who died last night. If I hadn't heard the scream with my own ears, it'd be as if that person had never existed."
"That's right. People who die in Great Desolate City at night don't leave so much as a trace," Feng Xiaoxiao said anxiously.
A thought occurred to Bai Yang. "If there isn't a trace, does that necessarily mean they're dead?"
"I'm certain of this. On my first night in Great Desolate City, I saw several experts from different races swallowed by the darkness with my own eyes. You didn't see it. It was horrifying—they turned to ash and vanished. No matter how they struggled, it was useless," Feng Xiaoxiao said with absolute certainty.
Bai Yang nodded to show he understood. Feng Xiaoxiao probably wouldn't lie to him.