The Great Demon Holm

It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,He looked at the ringing phone, making a constant noise, hesitating whether he should answer it.,'It should be a passerby, as long as they don't make a sound, the other party will politely scram.'。