Under the afterglow of the sunset.
A massive head slowly emerged from the river, its lantern-sized eyes void of warmth, cold-blooded and ruthless.
Those cold-blooded eyes contained too much, as if a weathered elder who had seen countless things and remained indifferent to everything.
Its icy eyes finally settled on the distant blue and white bus.
It stared at the bus without any wave of emotion.
For a long time, until the bus disappeared, those lantern-sized eyes slowly closed.
The colossal triangular head gradually submerged beneath the river surface, and the shadow in the water slowly faded until it was no longer visible.
On the other side.
Bai Yifan was driving fast.
Bai Anhai gripped the sofa tightly. "Xiao Fan, can you learn to drive a bit slower?"
"It's not fast; I even feel it's slow!" Bai Yifan wiped the inexplicable cold sweat that had just appeared, his voice somewhat uneasy. "I always feel like something terrifying is watching us. We'd better leave here quickly."
