C238 Chapter 238

When Wu Xiaogang reached downtown, it looked exactly the way he’d imagined. A crowd dressed in black—moving in hush-hush, almost ritualistic fashion—had formed a massive circle.

At the center of that circle stood eighteen pillars. They were set in what looked like a pond, except it was bone-dry. But what was on those pillars stopped Wu Xiaogang cold.

Because on the pillar in the very middle