"In such a hurry to leave?"
The car's power is actually quite ordinary, and coupled with a less-than-optimal heart condition, Fu Qian drives extremely cautiously, making it through the checkpoint slowly.
Yet unexpected events always come unannounced; just as the driver's seat crosses the checkpoint line, a voice suddenly rings out.
It's certainly not Su Gao, nor is it from the checkpoint staff.
The voice is hoarse and unpleasant, surpassing even the disguise of Rachel.
But they say judging a book by its cover is wrong; at least the tone and meaning of the words sound quite friendly, like a plea for distant guests to stay.
The problem is that their scenery is ordinary too, and culturally there's not even a shadow of a bird to be seen—
At a certain moment Fu Qian hits the brakes, sniffing a sweet scent wafting into his nostrils.
It's not an ordinary taste sensation, faintly reminiscent of the first encounter with the Witch.
