Psycho

Xu Hu Zhe's heart clenched with a mixture of relief and dread. It was unsettling to find the carriage abandoned in such a manner, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.

For the last several hours, this foreboding feeling had haunted his thoughts with no signs of letting up. The sight of the carriage was of no help in this respect. Yet, at the same time, the sight of the carriage brought a glimmer of hope that his companions might still be nearby.

As Xu Hu Zhe's eyes scanned the carriage, he found no signs of struggle or violence. The interior appeared undisturbed from his place on the ox cart, as though its occupants had simply vanished into thin air.

It was a confusing sight, one that left him grappling with conflicting emotions.