Liu Xiangdong didn't finish speaking before the call was cut off.
Qin Feng immediately instructed Yan Danfeng, "Brother Yan, South Mountain, Ten-Mile Slope!"
Yan Danfeng stomped the gas pedal, bringing the Jeep to top speed.
The southern mountain ranges of West Capital City are all branches of the Qinling.
South Mountain is even more remote than other famous tourist mountains.
Because there's coal mining here, the environment along the way is terrible, the ground covered in black coal slag.
Yan Danfeng followed the navigation system, winding along the mountain highway over several peaks, finally spotting a slope stretching for ten miles.
Right in the middle of the slope, a rundown temple stood out prominently.
Qin Feng hurriedly dabbed Cow's Tears in both eyes and swept a glance at the temple. All four sides were shrouded in bloody mist—sure enough, demons were causing trouble here.
