In the afternoon, the distant wind blew in rolling dark clouds under a gloomy sky.
The stench from the ditch spread through the muggy air, behind the iron wire mesh crisscrossed with patches, the empty lot was full of weeds and thick pipes with peeling paint.
The water pump and purification equipment in the huge pool continued to emit sharp noise.
And between the equipment and the pump, on the giant iron bridge, there was only one staggering figure left, akin to the living dead.
"Finally found it..."
With a blank face, Wen Wen pulled out the key from the motorcycle, and looked up at the sign of the water plant: "Source of infection."
Now the Northern Mountain District, no, throughout Cliff City, the source of all spiritual plagues...
