I don't know how long it passed.
Only then did he restart the car and leave.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhiyuan, whom he had "glanced" at, had just reached the dormitory building when he suddenly shivered.
He turned around abruptly.
There was no one behind him.
Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
But he felt like some fierce beast was eyeing him.
A chill ran from his soles straight up to his crown.
The dust stirred up by the jeep slowly settled down.
On the field ridge, it was deathly quiet.
The golden mist had dispersed, leaving only a faint metallic scent in the air.
Everyone was still looking up, as if they were dumbstruck.
"Ahem."
Dean Li cleared his throat, breaking this eerie silence.
He looked at Professor Wang, his lips moved.
"Old Wang..."
He wanted to ask what was happening but didn't know how to phrase it.
Professor Wang was still kneeling on the ground, holding a clump of soil mixed with dead insects in his hands.
