Zhang Yue led his friends away from the blood-soaked and perilous wasteland. Along the way, their figures appeared small yet resolute across the desolate landscape. The long trek made everyone's steps slightly heavy, but the yearning for a safe haven in their hearts sustained them as they pushed forward. Soon, an ancient town came into view.
This town resembled a twilight-years elder, battered and dilapidated under the erosion of time. The narrow, winding streets looked like twisting snakes leading to unknown destinations. The houses on both sides were so old they seemed ready to collapse at any moment, their walls covered in thick, green moss that resembled tattoos of the earth, recording the vicissitudes of the town. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the settlement, gilding everything with a faint golden hue—a scene that should have been warm, yet currently exuded a certain eerie quality, like the last dying radiance the town was struggling to emit at the end of its life.
"This place looks weird," Lin Feng said, frowning. With his slender, agile build, sword-like brows, and starry eyes, he usually always carried a spirited demeanor, but his face was now full of vigilance. His gaze swept back and forth across the town, missing not a single corner as if searching for hidden dangers.
Chapter 179