Fang Cheng walked to the edge of the ship and gazed at the mist and falling snowflakes.
Those gray snowflakes, as soon as they fell into the river, would immediately melt, as if they had never existed.
He focused closely and saw that in the pitch-black, murky river water, there seemed to be faces twisted in agony, floating and sinking, emitting faint moans.
A young man following Yuan Datou curiously leaned over to look, his eyes suddenly becoming dazed. His body swayed as if bewitched, and he was about to jump over the ship’s edge.
"Don’t look at those ghostly things!"
Yuan Datou reacted quickly, grabbing him back with a stern shout.
Fang Cheng watched this unfold, asking:
"Is it always this troublesome to come to Night City by boat?"
"Boss, only newcomers need to take this Yellow Springs Road on their first visit."
Yuan Datou swiftly explained:
"Once you’re in the city, you need to go to the Hukou Bureau to get a temporary residence permit, rent an apartment in the city, and next time, you can directly appear in your apartment by reciting your apartment’s unique password. Very convenient."
Just then, a strong light pierced through the dense fog ahead, like a beam splitting the chaos, guiding the ship’s direction.
A towering lighthouse hundreds of meters high was standing in the distant harbor, the beam emanating from the top.
The high-rise seen earlier among the ruins was actually this lighthouse.
As the ship moved toward the lighthouse, the image of the sprawling city shrouded in mist began to clear.
Initially, only the outlines of countless tall buildings were visible, barely discernible in the dense fog, as if suspended in the air like a mirage.
Getting closer, the mist thinned.
The city’s true appearance finally emerged in everyone’s sight, eliciting gasps and exclamations of awe.
Even Fang Cheng’s eyes couldn’t help but show a trace of surprise.
The scene before him was truly bizarre and surreal.
Pavilions and buildings dozens of stories high rose from the ground, with ancient flying eaves and brackets adorned with flickering neon signs.
Not far away, a Gothic spire pierced the sky, the top occupied by various clear-sculpted monstrous figures.
Countless skyscrapers were connected by glowing suspension bridges, bustling with crowds, resembling a celestial marketplace.
Ancient and modern, East and West, diverse civilizations and styles merged together, creating an eerie and breathtaking visual impact.
As the ship slowly docked, people disembarked one after another, soon dispersing into the city’s streets.
Yuan Datou, along with three newcomers still in shock, looking like bumpkins, followed behind Fang Cheng. Content orıginally comes from novel{f}ire.net
"Boss, we’ve arrived."
Yuan Datou rubbed his hands and cautiously asked, "Would you like to explore on your own, or..."
"I want to go to Naihe Bridge."
Fang Cheng stated concisely.
Yuan Datou slapped his thigh in surprise:
"Boss, what a coincidence! These clients of mine are also heading to Naihe Bridge. Since it’s on the way, shall I continue guiding you?"
His words sounded extremely natural, as if it were truly some great fate.
With Yuan Datou leading, Fang Cheng entered the streets of Night City.
Even though it was midnight in reality, the place was bustling, truly a sleepless city.
Some were dressed in modern attire, clad in suits, hurrying along.
Some were donned in ancient armor, swords hanging at their waists, swaggering down the road.
Even more intriguing, bodies appearing half-transparent, drifted through the crowds like ghosts.
The shops along the street were even more peculiar.
Neon signs flashed in myriad colors:
"Meng Po Tea House," "Life Pawnshop," "Soul Massage Shop"...
It’s unclear what they did, but inside the shops, many men and women were seen haggling, discussing business.