Chapter 687, The Next One

The helicopter hovered in the night sky, the lights on the rooftop were intense, and because of the live broadcast, Fang Yi, standing atop the roof, was especially dazzling—as if under the spotlight of the masses.

Huo Xiaoxuan fiddled with the live broadcast equipment, and pulled Li Xue into the fray, broadcasting together.

On the stairwell leading to the rooftop, a trembling figure slowly ascended with the support of a young girl.

The old woman's face was as dry as tree bark, and intentionally or unintentionally, the ceramic pot she carried clinked, emitting a crisp ding-dong sound that added an eerie and mysterious hue to the area.

The old woman, leaning on her walking stick, led the girl to a spot not far away and then stopped, sat down cross-legged, while the girl stood by her side, still as a sculpture.

Fang Yi lit a cigarette and after a short while, more people arrived on the rooftop.