It was almost three.
Jiang Hongyu emerged from the Black Market, and the Martial Sect disciples who were being eagerly courted by people asking to team up immediately turned serious.
"Senior sister!"
She nodded to everyone. "Let's go."
Everyone immediately got into their vehicles. Zhao Erhu jogged over. "Jiang, over here!"
He pointed at a Land Rover.
Jiang Chen walked over, and Chen Xue naturally followed. To his surprise, Yang Chan came along too.
"Erhu, is there enough room?"
Zhao Erhu had long since noticed the looks passing between the three of them. He secretly gave Jiang Chen a thumbs-up. "Of course! I've got everything ready for you and both my sisters-in-law!"
The three were still immersed in their rigorous logical deductions and paid him no attention.
This only deepened the admiration in Zhao Erhu's eyes as he looked at Jiang Chen. He practically had "a role model for us all" written on his face.
Over an hour later, the convoy left the city.
They traveled along the old national highway for almost another two hours.
The sky gradually darkened.
Finally, they turned onto an asphalt road. Its surface was full of potholes, clearly neglected for years, with some sections patched with gravel.
Before reaching this point, they had passed through a small town. After that, there had been almost no signs of habitation along the way, and few turnoffs on either side.
It seemed this road led only to Qishan Village.
The fields on either side were overgrown with weeds and probably hadn't been tilled in years. Some of the weeds were taller than a person, swaying in the night wind and looking rather creepy.
The road was narrow, only wide enough for one vehicle.
Driving along it brought an indescribable sense of oppression. If anything happened here,