The seventh bridge pier wasn't completely disconnected from the one before it. About a third of the bridge deck still connected them. Wu Qiang, who was in the lead, carefully made his way across the narrow remnant of the deck.
After being on this bridge for so long, he had noticed something strange. He often felt as if he were being watched.
The voyeuristic gaze was cold and malicious, enough to make his skin crawl.
But he kept Li Bai's warning firmly in mind: never look down into the water. If he didn't look, he wouldn't be in danger. He was good at taking advice.
Taking short, careful steps, Wu Qiang finally crossed the badly damaged section of the bridge and reached the seventh pier.
This was the last pier. Through the hazy mist, Wu Qiang could already see the scenery on the opposite bank: the lush green trees and the flowers and plants in all their different shapes. They were all the things he had longed for—the taste of freedom.
"Wu Qiang!"
At the sound of someone calling his name, Wu Qiang instinctively turned around. But as he turned, the sight before him left him utterly stunned.
The mist had grown so turbulent without him noticing that it completely obscured Lü Zhangyuan and Li Bai, leaving only two blurry silhouettes.
"Wu Qiang, hurry over! We need to move quickly."
Li Bai's voice came from the other side. Anyone could hear the urgency in it. The figure raised a hand and beckoned to Wu Qiang again and again.
"What happened?" Li Bai stared at the empty pier. The very thing she had feared had happened.
Lü Zhangyuan's face had gone deathly pale. "I-I don't know either. I just bent down to make the planks a little more secure, but when