Ye Chang personally drove, bringing only one person, Zhuang Ruyu sat in the passenger seat beside him. The jeep sped across the Loess Plateau, the wheels spouting clouds of yellow dust in waves, as if the yellow waves could swallow the jeep like a ship.
Word was the place where the old man disappeared had snow last night, fortunately, it seemed light, just a few flakes. But reportedly, there was going to be a larger snowstorm today. Whether true or false, the prediction was tough; this place, locally renowned as a ghost realm, had weather that could change instantly, hard to predict even with accurate equipment. The only certainty was, although the early weather remained windy and dusty, the snow had stopped, yet the temperature had dropped several degrees.
The adverse weather made him, the grandson, worry for his grandfather.
