Racing out from the path radiating blue light, Hua Qingyi could feel his entire back soaked with sweat. Lao Long didn't follow out, the eerie wind seemed to blow stronger, and he couldn't wait to return to the surface.
His chaotic mind could no longer think, with only one thought remaining: to find Xiao Lin.
Where is this place? Xiao Lin paused, continually asking himself in his heart.
Pursuing Liang Hu, he had forgotten the surrounding environment. It seemed he had entered a strange place. This should still be within the range of the northern district, but it felt unfamiliar, with the roar of machines around. Turning back, he could see Xuefu Road opposite. The fallen patches of lime and bricks made the original slum area unrecognizable.
