It was already night time and Yang Song was currently walking slowly on the street with his other appearance.
The dense light of the city reflected the prosperity and the advancement of the world. Similarly, the sound of cars and varying vehicles coming and going showed how far the year had gone by.
In Yang Song's heart, he subconsciously thought of a certain blue planet, which was his homeland in his previous life. There was not much difference on the surface, but the danger hidden in this world was far more terrifying than those of nuclear weapons on Earth.
Before long, he arrived at his living community.
Seeing the abnormally dark road, Yang Song let out a smile secretly.
'It seems like some people have come to trouble me again.'
In Yang Song's sight, he saw many figures blending with the shadow and darkness of the night, and without exception, all of them were eyeing the Yang Family courtyard.