บท 568: The Evil of Humanity (Part 1)

It was already noon when Shi Dong woke up.

But the sky was still dark.

In the city void of light, the difference between day and night seemed to have disappeared, as if time had solidified here. The city seemed to have fallen into an eternal slumber, and only shadows traveled through the streets.

The Westminster Abbey was empty as well. In the past, it used to be as crowded as a marketplace, with countless carriages and people coming and going.

At the moment, even sparrows were unwilling to come. Only dead leaves fell from the drying branches, scattering on the ground, and no one bothered to clean up.

"Don't you even have any handyman here?" Shi Dong asked.