The rain of the rainy season always comes suddenly.
Cheng Ye hadn't reached the end of the doorway when cold raindrops began to fall behind him, at first just a few, but in the blink of an eye, they connected into a continuous line.
The scavengers waiting to go out all shrank their necks but didn't move their feet.
Everyone was looking at the misty wilderness outside the inspection post, their eyes filled with an almost obsessive anticipation, as if something life-saving was hidden out there.
"Even though the Wanderer has left, the influence is still lingering, and it seems to be getting more severe..."
Cheng Ye stopped to observe, his brow slightly furrowed.
Compared to yesterday, the behavior of these people was becoming more abnormal, as if a fire was burning in each of their eyes.
The flames burning brightly were a thirst for "change."
Amplified by the Wanderer's ability, it was growing wildly like weeds and was on the verge of getting out of control.
