Chapter 390: The Last Meeting_2

For Xu Xiangyang now, this road had become very familiar because Lin Xingjie had run down it countless times, and he, who had controlled her body and whose memories had blended with hers, felt like he had passed through this path millions of times as well.

Whether it was running from the house to the basement or to the nearby forest, every time he had to go down this slope, so much so that even the most unnoticed blade of grass and twig were imbued with a sense of familiarity like that of greeting an old friend.

He stood on this sloping path like a wooden statue, motionless, with the setting sun at his back.

The brilliant glow of the sun swept over the village like a massive beast, casting the shadows of nearby objects onto the barren ground, twisting like anxious waterweeds.

Then, a faint sound of wind began to rise by his ear; then the noise grew louder.

He heard a "crackling" sound, like something was coming undone, withering, and the debris was falling to the ground;