The Emerald House

8

When we got back to the car again, Sebastian complained about my dawdling impatiently.

"It shouldn't be too far," Sebastian said and started the car again.

"There are 10 miles away from the destination," said the GPS as if to confirm what Sebastian said was correct.

Outside the car window, the cornfield quickly went backward, but it seemed to be the same cornfield.

Not long after we set off, I suddenly felt the car jolt and looked at Sebastian subconsciously.

I saw him nod and seem to be dozing off.

"Sebastian, look at the road! What's wrong with you?" Wendy also found something strange and asked loudly.

"It's... It's so cold!" Sebastian said with a sleepy look.

From my perspective, I could see his face. At this moment, bean-sized sweat rolled down from Sebastian's forehead, and his skin was abnormally pale.

Sebastian held the steering wheel tightly with his trembling hands, and his body trembled, causing the car to shake.