C3233 Below Cloud Level

The sky was overcast.

Extremely depressing.

Yang Ping felt that the world had changed. It was very strange, there was no familiar air, no familiar smell, and the smell of seaweed drifting from the South China Sea became clearer and clearer.

This feeling was not good.

"Old man, don't scare me."

Yang Ping quietly walked on the long street and experienced that strange feeling of loneliness