The cars entered the Mist Forest, their surroundings suddenly darkened.
Looking out through the car window, beyond the light cast by the headlights, all around was pitch black, the thick curtain of night, oppressive like the heavy sea, bearing down upon us.
Around the forest, faint glimmers of fireflies could be seen; sporadically, pairs of green lights appeared, undoubtedly the eyes of some beast lurking in the dark.
However, once they spotted the great convoy of cars howling past, they quickly vanished back into the forest.
The long line of vehicles moved silently through the vast forest, seemingly without end.
All night, the cars remained within the forest, creating an insurmountable oppression.
"Songhua, something doesn't feel right. Even if these reclusive experts live deep in the mountains, does it have to be this far?" Liu Yingying said, her face showing traces of fear and concern.