After swaying for a while, the car drove onto a small bridge.
The small bridge didn't even have handrails. Looking out under the illumination of the car lights shining on the road, there was a river on both sides of the bridge. The light was dim, making the river pitch black at night. Plus, with not a soul around, it was easy to imagine some terrifying scenes.
As if to amplify the creepy atmosphere, occasional calls of a crow echoed, sounding chilling.
After driving along a winding mountain road for an hour, with Scarlett Yates's stomach churning and barely resisting the urge to vomit, the car finally stopped.
After getting out of the car, Scarlett Yates found it had stopped outside a small building.
The white building looked very old, with most of its exterior wall flaking off, and moss grew on it.
In this desolate wilderness, such an old building that seemed abandoned for a long time looked like a haunted house.
