You must listen to the words of the dead with discernment, but sometimes they can offer prophecies.
The Jester's Skull flew up and down, seeming to urge Li Wei to set off.
Time waits for no one. They only exist in the deepest darkness of night... especially in this bullshit End of the Dharma Era. Even the dead are gradually fading away.
Seeing that there were no clues from the sleepwalking Don Quixote Knight, Li Wei could only set that aside for now. After saying a quick word to Lily, who was still up late playing on her phone, he went out alone.
Instead of taking the Rolls-Royce or the 911, Li Wei chose a Cadillac Escalade and drove out of the gates of Battery City Park.
In the depths of a New York night in early November, the temperature outside was growing colder and colder.
Even without opening the window, Li Wei could hear the biting chill in the whistling wind outside.
