The street was eerily quiet, not a single person in sight.
I felt a strange sensation all over, as if something was amiss.
Yu Longting walked straight ahead, seemingly unfazed by the eerie calmness.
Just as I was about to discuss the situation with him, the red spider silk on the street corner revealed the answer.
Beside the mailbox was a human-shaped red cocoon, and to find out what was inside,
I glanced at Yu Longting, who understood and crouched down with me.
The two of us were so in tune that we recited a passage from the Azarhan Sutra without needing to exchange words.
The cocoon by the mailbox wasn't like the ones at home, which seemed deliberately intimidating, as it was wrapped very heavily.
This cocoon was wrapped quite lightly, and with the combined strength of Yu Longting and me,
By the third verse, the spider silk was completely cleared away.
Lying on the ground was a drunk man clutching a wine bottle, reeking of alcohol.
