C452 Once Again They Parted Ways with Huo Xiaobao

By now, it was nighttime. The sky was pitch black. Nights are generally quiet, especially in such remote areas. Apart from the occasional chirping of crickets and frogs, there wasn't another sound to be heard. The silence was so profound that you could hear your own breathing, each breath coming in quick, anxious bursts.

All the villages had settled into silence