The group started walking across the vast, desolate outskirts.
Gu Shengyin had actually never understood why in a place like this there would be a castle that so obviously looked like something from the Western Middle Ages.
But that was just how the world script was set up; nobody else thought there was anything strange about it at all, so Gu Shengyin could only suppress her doubts.
The sun in the west was getting closer and closer to the horizon.
Gu Shengyin checked the time: five thirty in the afternoon.
They had already been walking for half an hour; by her estimate, in another half hour they would reach that Ghost Castle.
Six o'clock in the afternoon was exactly when it would get dark.
Gu Shengyin let out a sigh. Even the timing was set up this eerily—if nothing happened, it'd practically be an insult to the plot!
Qin Chingching started complaining: "So heavy, I'm exhausted, why do I have to carry so much stuff…"
