The Mid-Mountain Villa in the Western Suburbs had been uninhabited for years.
The climate in City Y during winter was harsh, and the mountains were even more chilly and damp.
A black Mercedes climbed up the winding mountain road, like a leopard stalking through the darkness. As the distance to the villa district narrowed, He Tang's complexion grew increasingly worse.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a pitch-black villa.
There were no lights on in the villa, only a few bean-yellow street lamps stood lonely on roadside poles, adding a terrifying atmosphere to the desolate wilderness.
Elder Fu opened the car door from the outside, bent down, and said to the inside, "Miss He, we've arrived, please get out of the car."
He Tang looked at Elder Fu fearfully, her expression was one of pleading for help.