Abandoned carriages were a common sight, clogging the roads everywhere.
There was no sound, no human presence, no light from fires, and no horses, as if these carts had been deserted for a long while.
Lu Li, carrying an oil lamp, walked past the extinguished fires, weaving through the dark, chaotic carriages. In the gloom, it almost felt like vindictive eyes were following and watching him.
Lifting the curtain, he found the luggage still inside the carriage.
The ground showed no disordered footprints, possibly smoothed over by strong winds, or perhaps...
Lu Li shifted his gaze from the surroundings and looked ahead on the road—the fog-shrouded fields likewise enveloped the Royal City, which lay a few hundred meters ahead.
The disappearance of people here might be related to their proximity to the Royal City. As Lu Li approached, the caravans that maintained their distance from the Royal City still waited in the Mist of Strangeness.
