"Mr. Han, please get in the car," Li Changxi said respectfully.
"Mm," Han Ning grunted, pulling open the rear door and getting in.
He tossed the bag he was carrying to the side, closed his eyes, and fell silent.
Sitting in the front, Li Changxi glanced in the rearview mirror and caught sight of Han Ning's gaunt wrists and hands, which were inadvertently exposed and covered in bulging blue veins.
A chill ran down his spine. He had already classified Han Ning as one of those old monsters.
The SUV drove north, avoiding the highway. Instead, it followed the national road, winding its way up the rugged, serpentine mountain roads.
They went from a wide national road to a relatively narrow county road.
After five hours, the surrounding scenery had long since transformed into endless rolling mountains.
The sky gradually darkened.
As the car sped toward Ningzhou, a small mountain village came into view.
It was dinnertime, and wisps of smoke from cooking fires rose in the distance.
