C47 The Fourteenth Pup of Young Tigers into the Wolves (3)

The wind howled.

The wind was warm, but Duan Luqin felt waves of indescribable chilliness. The usually bustling town had neither visitors nor people. There were no carriages or people on the streets, and all the shops were closed.

It was cold, lifeless, and deathly silent.

Duan Luqin felt goosebumps all over his body