Crash——
A thunderclap sounded outside, making Xiao Yong shiver.
However, Xu Chengcai’s hands didn’t shake at all, they were as steady as ever.
But with this thunder, the curtain finally fell.
Rustle——
The curtain was pulled down by him directly.
Xu Chengcai nodded, patted Xiao Yong’s head, and leaned the door back against the wall.
Then he dashed to the back of the small hut, where he’d just seen so dead trees, perfect for starting a fire.
After all, the temperature was close to zero now, and they were soaked through with rain, very likely to catch a cold.
He rushed into the darkness.
......
Thunder rumbled, as if the earth and sky were trembling, each flash of lightning illuminating the scenery for a brief mont.
Under the deluge, Shan Feng appeared even steeper and more majestic.
Misty vapors rose from the valley, spreading across the entire mountain range.
In the cover of darkness and the rain curtain, the Daoist temple and halls of Sanqing Mountain gradually erged.
Rain cascaded down waterfalls between the mountains, forming silver-white streams, with spray rising like crystal bead curtains from a fairyland.
Among the towering peaks, ancient trees reached for the sky, their branches dancing wildly in the storm.
The tree shadows reflected in the streams appeared twisted and eerie under the lightning.
Thick fog enshrouded the forest, making the entire scene seem surreal like a dream.
In the dark and rainy Sanqing Mountain, it was mysterious and grand, yet under this terrifying storm, it made one feel apprehensive.
.......
Xiao Yong held the dagger his father gave him in his left hand, and a small flashlight in his right.
He examined the small room, which was not big, less than ten square ters.
The floor was filthy, with black, decaying cardboard covered in a thick layer of dust.
Dust was everywhere.
He saw a packaging bag of braised beef noodles.
He quickly ran over, picked it up—a light bag.
He felt discouraged, but he wasn’t giving up; he turned the empty bag over, slapped it on his hand, only to find nothing.
He tore the bag open and flipped it over.
Saw a bit of settled salt and tiny, tiny remnants.
He greedily licked a taste.
"Hmm...." The taste was sowhat similar to the one in his mory, but it also had a bit of dust flavor.
Carefully, he flipped the packaging back over, avoiding losing the clinging salt and crumbs to the floor due to shaky hands.
Solemnly, he put the packaging into his small backpack securely.
He began searching this seemingly thoroughly searched grocery store again.
He was very ticulous, not missing a spot.
But this place seed to have been picked clean; he only found so broken packaging and empty cans.
He slled the faint scent of roasted sausage from a wooden skewer, very faint, but he rembered it was the sa sll as the roasted sausage he had when his dad took him to the park.
The sausage was clean, yet he put it aside, able to be used for fire later.
After searching twice, he only found an open glass jar, filled with maggots, which seed to be dead as well, turning black and foul.
He leaned against the southwest corner wall, feeling discouraged.
Suddenly, he felt sothing sticking out behind him, poking his waist.
"What’s this?" Xiao Yong was curious, then turned around to look at the corner behind him.
Pressed hard, it didn’t go down, so he thought about it and gave it a strong yank.
Bam——
A hidden door opened in a flash.
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