The small mountain village was already dark and lightless at night, and the atmosphere of the power outage added an extra layer of silence and depth.
Zhao Lang didn't dare to waste time; he took his flashlight and hit the road.
He had only gone halfway when he vaguely spotted a figure by the side of the road.
Out of caution, he turned off his flashlight and quietly approached the person.
The figure looked to be an elderly man.
Normally, it wouldn't be strange to see an old man here, but now the entire village had lost power, and people of that age usually stayed home quietly, afraid to fall.
Why would he be wandering around?
With that thought, Zhao Lang followed him.
Only when he got closer did he realize that this elder was the same one he and Jiang Li had encountered a few days ago.
Remembering what Jiang Li had said, Zhao Lang became even more vigilant, and his gaze grew heavier.
