A fine dense crack.
The sky had cracked open.
Even though the crack appeared for just a fleeting moment, he saw it clearly.
Zhang Fusheng plummeted towards the earth.
The ground shook violently, and dust filled the sky.
"What on earth is happening!!" Zhang Fusheng cursed furiously.
......
Dragon Boat City.
Cyan Mountain Hotel—formerly known as Peace Hotel.
"Did you watch the news....." In the second-floor restaurant, Zhu Xiaoming's face was scrunched up with a sense of fear:
"Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou was invaded by an evil cult, the entire city has lost contact..."
The noise suddenly quieted down, and at these three or four large round tables, everyone sitting there was from Jiangzhou—most of them had been dragged out.
Uncle Wang, Zhang Fusheng's good friend from middle and high school, and a well-regarded teacher...
And then there were the family members of Zhu Xiaoming, Lu Yao, and others.
