Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day:
Wu Fan drove directly with Zhu Bufan deep into an imposing mountain.
Deep within this mountain, aside from a road pressed out by the car, there were no other signs of modern civilization; it could be labeled as a primeval forest.
Each tree was enormous, so large that even Zhu Bufan, with his arms outstretched, could not embrace them.
Underfoot was green grass. The feeling of lush greenery was quite pleasant.
However, the forest had a hint of terror, as one could hear the howling of hungry wolves even in broad daylight. There were also cries from some unknown animals that sounded ominous.
Wu Fan then stopped the car and didn't hurry to get out. Instead, he rolled down the car window, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took two out, handed one to Zhu Bufan, and lit the other for himself. He took a puff and blew the smoke outside the window.