Dark Farm 39

The nights here seem particularly quiet. The sounds of insects, which could still be heard during the day, had completely disappeared. Not even the sound of the wind brushing against the branches and grass could be heard.

Yet, Wen Xirou could clearly feel the chill of the night breeze on her cheek and see the grass along the roadside swaying in the wind.

All she could hear were the dragging sounds of footsteps, as figures passed by, the sound of shoes scraping the ground.

Have you ever seen someone suffering from severe rheumatoid arthritis? When they walk, their joints are stiff, so their legs remain rigid, and their steps drag across the ground with a scraping sound.

The group in the distance walked exactly like that. But Wen Xirou remembered clearly that none of the interns who entered with her had any mobility issues. Thanks to their slow pace, Wan Qian and the others quickly caught up.