On July 20, at 7 p.m., on the Ring 7 Elevated Bridge.
Watching the red and black dice slip from the strange thing's hand, Bai Qiuwu slightly furrowed her brows.
She had intended to lift the Jingu Bang to stop it, yet she couldn't help but think,
"What is this strange thing up to now?"
Thinking thus, her movements slowed for a moment. Before she could swing the staff horizontally, the dice had already pierced the night sky, plummeting straight toward the earth.
The next moment, a sudden explosion stunned her for a second. She turned her head to the right and, through the eyeholes of the monkey mask, gazed up at the sky of Huanjing.
In the blink of an eye, dazzling fireworks swallowed her view.
Bang, bang!
The sound of the fireworks cracking filled the night sky. Faintly, amidst them, she could hear people's exclamations and admiration. The sounds, distant and near, echoed around her ears.