Soul Patch

Chapter 320

The three of them followed the winding stream and somehow... turned into an alley.

What's going on here... Wasn't there a park here when we arrived?
Wenjie raised his hand, and Andy and Wenjie stopped in their tracks in perfect unison.

He peered warily into the alley, where a row of small shops came into view.

The storefront in front of me had no floor-to-ceiling windows, no displays, and no large signs. Next to the roller shutter door were shelves piled with daily stationery, celebrity posters, and small toys. On the bottom shelf were stacks of crudely printed books.

Maybe there are some online novels in there? Like works by famous authors from over a decade ago.

Wenjie snapped out of his thoughts: In other words, this is actually a small market.

He nodded to the two people beside him and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

After saying that, he straightened his backpack, took two deep breaths, and stepped into the small market first.

Andy was already starving. He patted his stomach and thought to himself, "Don't these two need to eat?"

Her eyes lit up when she saw the small market that had sprung up in front of her, guessing that there must be some small restaurants or something.

She walked gracefully and quickly overtook Wenjie.

Wenjie was stunned for a moment, then saw a slender figure dart forward beside him.

This small market wasn't crowded at all, nothing like the bustling city streets. Precisely because it wasn't crowded, he could easily spot a breakfast stall a dozen meters away, with a large oil vat set up at the entrance.

From a distance, you can't see what's frying in the pot, but you can smell the aroma wafting into your nose.

The alluring silhouette, as captivating as a Coke bottle, was heading in that direction.

Oh, you little foodie!
Wenjie was speechless.

Awen swallowed hard and leaned closer to whisper to Wenjie, "Andy must be hungry. Um... I think I should stay with her. It's not safe for her to be alone."

After saying that, Awen quickly went to catch up with Andy.

Seeing Awen's excited expression, Wenjie thought to himself: Another foodie!
He didn't eat last night, and he didn't eat this morning either. It seems he doesn't feel hungry even if he doesn't eat.

I just felt mentally numb and my reactions were a bit slow.

He walked forward at a leisurely pace.

"Now, let's talk about that year, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, at the third quarter of midnight..."

His slightly hoarse voice was mixed in with the noise and was not very clear.

Wenjie looked at a small group of people gathered not far away, next to the restaurant where Andy and Awen had breakfast. The low, hoarse storytelling voice was coming from there.

"...It should have been the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met on the Magpie Bridge, but everyone was sleeping soundly in bed with their wives." Among that small group of people sat an old man.

As Wenjie looked into the crowd, he saw the old man pick up his plastic cup and take a sip of tea.

As the tea went down his throat, a comfortable expression appeared on the old man's face.

The old man placed his water glass on the steps beside him, closed his folding fan with his left hand, rhythmically tapped his right palm, licked his lips, and continued his enthusiastic storytelling.

Wenjie's gaze slid to the water glass next to the old man, where tea leaves swirled and churned, neither rising nor falling, seemingly without a destination, just like his current state of mind.

He subconsciously quickened his pace, and as he passed the group of people, a hint of impatience crossed his face.

He quickly slipped into the small restaurant next door.

"I thought it was just a typical summer thunderstorm. But unexpectedly, five fire-breathing dragons appeared in the night, and huge fireballs fell with long trails of flame..."

With such a commotion outside, the men in bed couldn't sleep, even while cuddling their wives. Some had young children, and all they could hear were the babies crying loudly; others had chickens and dogs, and the sounds of barking and crowing filled the air…

When everyone peered out the window, what they saw was truly astounding!

That night was dark and cloudy. By the first watch of the night, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Under such a pitch-black night, the scene of clusters of fireballs crashing down towards the ground was even more terrifying... The crimson flames rapidly magnified in my pupils, and the deafening sound caused me to lose my hearing for a moment.

In their panic, people's first reaction was not to tremble, to cry for help, or to flee the door and spread the news...

Their first reaction was astonishment; their mouths gaped open as they stared dumbfounded at the fireball hurtling toward the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After a deafening, earth-shattering crash, a raging fire rose from the horizon, its flames rapidly licking at the earth and approaching the village.

Fire meets the sky;

The earthquake tremored.

The old tree collapsed;

The rivers and lakes have dried up!

The eyes of everyone reflected a sea of ​​fire and a look of immense horror.

"Ugh... The cries, wails, curses, trembling, and fleeing in terror—the diverse expressions of humanity in the face of natural disaster were vividly portrayed in an instant."

(End of this chapter)