"Ah, Yingluo."
"En, Yingluo."
"Ah, Yingluo."
"En, Yingluo."
"
"What?"
……
In the dark Mountain where day and night were unknown, strange moans, cries, and laughter echoed for a long time. As long as a seed of fear was born in a person's heart, it would be infinitely magnified until it was crushed.
Before they left, the elders in the clan had already warned her about this. Thus, Mu Lan had to constantly guard her state of mind and not feel the slightest fear.
She kept reminding herself that as long as she was not afraid, the ghosts here were just ordinary evil spirits and were not invincible.
The rustling sounds behind her never stopped. Coupled with the strange moans, Mu Lan knew that she was being followed by ghosts.
It was trying to make him afraid.
But it was destined to be disappointed.
Halfway through the forest, Mu Lan suddenly scuttled forward and crouched in the bushes, ignoring the sharp branches that cut her skin.
