Mo Xiaoji took a deep breath, sat on the steps, took out her spare sports shoes from her bag, bent down, removed her high heels, and changed into the sports shoes. In a professional suit with sports shoes, she looked somewhat out of place.
“Ji, heading back to your witch village again,” a teasing voice sounded behind her.
Mo Xiaoji turned around; it was her partner and classmate Lin Yi.
Mo Xiaoji smiled and made a face at Lin Yi: “What’s wrong with the witch village? The handsome guys in the witch village can still catch your eye, Lin Beauty.”
At the mention of handsome guys, a bright light flashed in Lin Yi’s eyes.
Moxiaoji watched as the last wisp of sunset was about to dissipate at the horizon, quickly waving to Lin Yi before turning and striding towards a small path beside the building.
The street was already flickering with neon lights, crowded with pedestrians. This wide road represented the city’s most prosperous commercial district and a must-visit spot for tourists.
To the south of the building was a natural lake with a sorrowful name: Bitter Feelings Lake. The water was clear and rippling, with lush grass along the shore.
Eerie Atmosphere
Perhaps many people cannot understand that by passing through the tallest Hengan Building and walking along a desolate path, you would see a different scene.
Overgrown with wild grass, with jagged rocks and tangled ancient trees. Among the ancient trees, rocks, and wild grass, several dilapidated low wooden houses were hidden, scattered like stars arranged in a strange formation.
Moxiaoji was now walking through this area.
Furious, Moxiaoji stomped on the vigorous wild grass, passing through ancient trees with branches climbing for thousands of years, stepping on uneven stone fragments, nearly falling several times.
She now truly missed the narrow path she had walked for over a decade going to school, where not a single blade of grass grew, unlike now: “Ouch! Accidentally, my face was harshly scratched by a reed, my cheek burning painfully.”
“I’ll stomp you to death, I’ll stomp you to death,” Moxiaoji fiercely trampled the reed until it was completely crushed, then stopped.
The last bit of light at the horizon was about to disappear, and cold sweat began to seep from Moxiaoji’s forehead.
