Yu Sheng and Little Red Riding Hood each rode atop their shadow wolves, which bore temporary license plates, weaving through the old streets and alleys of the old city district.
From a nearby underground parking lot, they leapt into a “shortcut,” and soon were on the fast lane—after traveling through the spatial net roads that covered the entire border city for thirty minutes, the shortcut automatically delivered them to a special exit.
A tunnel seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Beyond the tunnel was a somewhat gloomy sky.
The shadow wolves leapt out from the tunnel mouth.
Yu Sheng, riding on his wolf’s back, turned to take a look, only to see that the tunnel—brightly lit a moment ago and supported by reinforced concrete—had transformed into a massive tree hollow.
A gigantic withered tree, almost requiring ten people to encircle it, stood silently.
The tree hollow that marked the exit of the shortcut was near the roots of that dead tree.
Ailin hugged Yu Sheng’s head, curiously scanning the surroundings.
Around the withered tree was a forest—tall, nameless trees stretching to the edge of sight.
The sky was gray and overcast, as if it might rain at any moment.
A small path wound through the woods, and at the end of the path stood a large gray-white building, quietly placed in a clearing.