Liang Hongyu had never imagined that she would have a day like a headless fly.
Fear welled up inside her.
Not only her, everyone following her was also anxious and uneasy.
They reached Nanxie Street, about to cross Bian River Bridge, but Nanxie Street was not Nanxie Street; everyone had vanished. Bian River Bridge seemed less like a bridge, more like a natural chasm.
They trekked for half an hour, yet Bian River Bridge remained close and yet far away.
Separated by less than a hundred paces, between them and the bridge lay only a thin mist, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cross the maze to reach the bridge.
No one ever dreamed that someday the bustling Bianjing would become what it is now.
"We're bewitched by ghosts." A Yamen Runner who constantly followed Nie Shan said, his voice almost in tears, "It's said that when ghosts blind your eyes, this is how it looks."
Nie Shan shouted, "Act with integrity, why fear ghosts?"
