This was a desolate and dilapidated building.
Weeds overran the path, dirty, unidentifiable strips of cloth hung from the crooked branches of dead trees, appearing like ghostly claws waving at passersby from a distance.
The wall, filled with fine cracks, was covered with malevolent and horrifying graffiti.
Behind the wall stood a slanted building.
The empty windows were void of glass, only the wooden frames hung half-dangling, giving off a feeling they were about to fall but never did.
The walls bore dirty, shadow-like smudges.
This building stretched out in front of Beichuan Si, under the gradually dimming sky, emanating a mix of fierceness and chilling cold.
One of the doorposts had already fallen, showing clear marks of impact on it.
"Inagaki's Longhouse... we've arrived," Beichuan Si ended the GPS navigation on his phone and let out a slight sigh.
He always kept his promises.
