A faint breeze seemed to brush only Che Quan's cheek before finally sweeping across his lips.
No one noticed that it made Che Quan freeze for a second.
Then Che Quan curled his lip almost imperceptibly. A trace of awkwardness, barely discernible, inexplicably surfaced in the eyes of the stunning boy who usually looked so gloomy and listless.
A little while later, the bus came to a complete stop.
The driver was no longer a skeleton. He had returned to the cheerful, friendly middle-aged man they had seen when they first boarded, and reminded them with a chuckle.
"Since this place is so remote, our company has changed the service from once every three days to once every seven days. If you want to take the bus back later, remember to be at the stop at 7:00 a.m. sharp, or you'll have to wait another seven days."
The players all nodded knowingly when they heard this, agreeing with forced smiles.
Who knew how many dangers lay hidden in that seemingly kind reminder?
Afterward, they headed together toward Talles Camp a short distance away.
The camp stood on the outskirts, surrounded by dense forests without a soul in sight. It looked secluded and peaceful during the day, but walking through those woods at night would certainly feel deeply eerie.
Conveniently, though, it would take less than ten minutes to walk from the camp to the town they had just seen.
They walked in silence and soon passed through the gate beneath a sign reading [Talles Camp].
Three buildings enclosed the camp on three sides, forming a roughly square open space in the middle together with the gate.
At the center of the open space stood a dried-up fountain.
Xia Lan looked at the withered yellow weeds covering the grounds, almost