Yushi Ninzu parked the car on the left side of the south bridge, holding the steering wheel with both hands, trying not to look at the weird woman outside. There was a hint of solemnity on his pale face, and he looked out the window on the other side at the starless night sky through his glasses without prescription.
Everything seems to be tightly wrapped in fog, isolating this place from the outside world.
He didn't know when the executors of this firm would arrive here. If it was really an Onmyoji family, it would take a lot of time to get here.
The only thing that gave him some comfort was that he was picked up immediately after issuing the commission.
But can he really hold on until the other party comes to save him? Yushi Ninzu is not sure.
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