Bab 245: The Hero of a Hero Drinks the River Moon, It's Hardest to Enjoy the Grace of a Beauty

In the darkness, the incandescent lamp flickered.

Under the old and mottled eaves, several fat rats were hiding in the dark corners, gnawing on something.

The man shuttled through the alley, his footsteps gentle and steady.

The old-fashioned posters and small kraft paper advertisements on both sides of the street always reminded people of the previous era.

The rough and wrinkled walls of the house were filled with the marks of time.

This was the Laocheng District of N City.

It was also the place where Li Yueming had briefly stayed.

Passing through narrow and dark alleys, the ancient buildings on both sides were like ant nests.

In the end.

Li Yueming stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

Ever since the Resistance took over N City.

The old residential area in the west of the city was planning to be demolished.

This place was really too rotten, like a place that had long been forgotten.