Gu Mian sat in the jolting carriage.
The road surface here was uneven, with sizeable potholes appearing at regular intervals.
The truck transporting them had been in operation for an unknown number of years. Every time it went over a pothole, the vehicle's body would SQUEAK and CREAK as if it might fall apart at any moment.
The people inside the truck didn't seem to care about its state of disrepair. They sat huddled with heads bowed; no one spoke or stirred, and the atmosphere was oppressively gloomy.
Mr. Green had mentioned that there would be a significant performance that day, and Gu Mian and the others were being transported to the venue.
The event location was a considerable distance from where they were kept, and the truck had been in motion for over twenty minutes without showing any signs of stopping.
The carriage doors were tightly shut, so Gu Mian could only judge the situation outside by sound.
