Xiao Yuxia, the woman of the Mechanic Sequence, locked the doors, her eyes like those of a she-wolf guarding her cubs.
She had modified that off-road vehicle herself. Every screw, every wire had passed through her hands. She said the vehicle was her life.
Zhang Bihuang refused to stay in the Bone House either, insisting on going with Yang Yong.
Yang Yong tried to persuade him, but got nowhere.
Fine, they would go together.
The off-road vehicle started up again and headed toward the next gathering of threads.
The fog grew thicker.
They had originally been able to see things more than ten meters away. Now visibility was less than five meters.
Zhang Bihuang fell silent. She clutched her seat belt tightly, her eyes fixed on the windshield. Something was moving in the fog.
It was not the wind, but some kind of rhythmic movement, one motion after another.
As though something was keeping pace with the off-road vehicle, running alongside it through the fog.
Xiao Yuxia did not brake.
Of course she had seen it too.
But stopping now would be the stupidest choice.
Halfway there, something ahead suddenly lit up.
It was the threads.
The threads hanging in the fog had originally looked grayish-white to the Red-Clothed Female Ghost, as fine as spider silk. Now, one after another, they turned red, thickened, and then...
Snapped.
There was no sound.
But everyone "heard" that sight.
The sensation of snapping bored straight into their minds, as though something deep within their consciousness had been forcibly torn apart.
The instant the threads broke, each one trembled, then drooped and slowly dissipated in the fog.
Xiao Yuxia hit the brakes.
Yang Yong said, "The ones over there are dead."
His voice was calm.
Zhang Bihuang's hands were shaking.
She suddenly realized