The night gradually darkened.
Wu Hen's small team had essentially come up empty-handed.
They had no choice but to seek out the Prison Director, whose knowledge was profound, and wisdom outstanding. Surely, he must have understood the whole history of the town by now, knew the origins of the Evil Spirit, and was already waiting for them in a safe haven sprinkled with salt and adorned with crosses, grilling meat...
But, as expected, the unexpected happened.
"We can't find our way back," Cheng Liang said with a wry smile.
"Being trapped in circles is normal. If an Evil Spirit couldn't change the terrain to trap a space in a dead maze state, I would look down on such an Evil Spirit," Wu Hen said.
"I told you we shouldn't have separated!"
At first, the group had been full of confidence, believing they were different from the other wanderers.