Chapter 118: Journey to the Underworld

It was exactly one in the afternoon. Qi Si stepped out of the courtyard, phone in hand, and was instantly soaked by the damp chill.

A vast, watery mist once again billowed from the shadows, coiling gracefully to shroud the entire street. It cast a gauzy, veil-like filter over the white-washed walls and black-tiled roofs, making everything near and far seem dreamlike.

Qi Si looked down, using two fingers to adjust the map on his phone. After plotting a route, he put the phone away and continued on from memory.

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