bang!

He closed the door heavily, shrank into the narrow bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, and shivered.

When another rib was broken and the severe pain hit his mind, Verdu initially recovered, and found that his hands and feet were sore and weak, his body was hot, and every breath was like thunder.

Struggling and working hard, he finally took off the classical robe and fell back on the bed, feeling dizzy, nauseated, and not having enough air.

Outside the cabin, the stern-faced man suddenly raised his hand, took out a human leather glove from the air, and put it on his left palm.

Suddenly, the man disappeared out of nowhere and appeared in a corner of the ruins, next to the ordinary wooden door.

He then bent his back, pulled up the wooden door, and let it stand in front of a half-damaged wall.

Immediately afterwards, the man in a black windbreaker imitated Verdu's movements, grasped the handle with his hand, and twisted it down.

Then, he pushed the wooden door forward, allowing it to lean back against the wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a gray mist, and saw the streets and houses looming in the faint mist.

Among the houses, the most prominent and clear one is the Bansi Harbor Telegraph Office, and the others are more or less blurred.

At this time, the gentle voice in the telegraph office asked through the door: "You, who are you?"

"I am Gehrman, Sparrow." The young man wearing a half-height silk top hat replied with the same staccato voice.

Inside the Bansi Port Telegraph Office, it suddenly became quiet, as if someone was silently walking towards the door.

At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head and looked to the other side.

In the depths of the long shadowy street, a figure came over. He was wearing a straw hat and a towel around his neck, bending over to pull something.

As the figure approached, the outlines of things behind him were gradually outlined.

It was a small black car with two wheels, and it had a roof to keep out the scorching sun and rain.

Sitting on the cart was a lady wearing a round skirt with painted flowers and birds.

Both she and the cart puller were covered by relatively thicker fog, making it impossible to see the specific appearance clearly.

When they passed Gehrman Sparrow, the latter managed to see a few details through the fog.

The face of the man bent over to pull the cart was rotten to the bone, with pale yellow pus flowing; the woman's skin was swollen to shiny and inlaid with many black and blue spots where it was not covered by the flower and bird fan and clothing and jewelry.

With a ding, a bell rang, and a blue train with only two carriages galloped out in front of Gehrman Sparrow.

It wasn't until this time that Gehrman Sparrow realized that the street floor was paved with iron black tracks, corresponding to long lines one after another.

On the top of the train's head, a slightly complicated metal bracket protruded, sliding on the long wires.

Through the glass windows of the train, Gehrman Sparrow saw the passengers inside.

They all faced the street, but only their heads remained, each with a bloodstained spine.

Gehrman Sparrow's pupils dilated slightly, and he watched this scene quietly without moving for a long time.

After nearly a minute passed, he took a step forward, trying to enter the blurred street shrouded in gray and white fog.

However, the fog blocked him, no matter what method he used, he couldn't get through. JrNovels.com