Fractured Hues of a Winter's Night Chapter 131

In the dark night, the sky and the earth seemed to have switched places. The night was like an ocean soaked in ink. Black raindrops wrapped in white snowflakes poured down from the ink-like sky. The city turned into a valley. The sound of snowflakes and raindrops falling to the ground was like bubbles boiling in the valley. A huge fire was burning underground, and the world was a boiling furnace.

Langston Xing's judgment was wrong. What Wujin welcomed was not heavy snow, but a rare combination of rain and snow.

The countercurrents of ice and fire howled back and forth in the streets, like messengers from the underworld holding necromancers, searching for the next target on their death list.

A jeep was parked on the side of the road where parking was not allowed, and a traffic policeman in a yellow vest was standing next to the front of the car, writing down the license plate number.

Before I finished writing it down, I heard a 'ding' sound from a convenience store on the roadside. The door opened and a man in black came out with a bag of bottled water, bread and other items. He raised his hand to him and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'll leave now."