"An umbrella?" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked up at the canopy of the umbrella, only to find that the originally taut umbrella surface was now covered with protruding points stretching downward. The distorted human faces seemed on the verge of breaking, as if they might crack at any moment.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—whoosh whoosh—"
The fierce wind and rain intensified, and the whistling sound made it difficult to distinguish whether it was the sound of the storm or the rustling of leaves in the Green Forest Belt flanking the cobblestone path.
In the distance, a dim streetlight swayed in the storm, emitting a faintly eerie glow, struggling to illuminate the uneven cobblestone path beneath.
The nocturnal species and pseudo-human sculptures in the Green Forest Belt began to approach them, making a "rustle rustle" sound as they moved. Strangely enough, Lin Yi now felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity towards these creatures.
