"Damn it, all failed!" Old Man Mo's whisper was too low as he aimed at himself. A while ago, with Ying Hua and Skeleton Crow, he exited the Qing Palace area accompanied by the Vengeful Ghost Chief.
Now they were outside the palace, walking deep into the forest to hide and restore strength.
The moonlight that was getting brighter was now seen moving in the middle of the overflowing clouds. What moves is the cloud itself.
Shadows fell on the damp ground, where the leaves were scattered. The branches that rubbed against each other in the wind now created a strange and terrible strain.
The point was the atmosphere that night was too chaotic and sad. Moreover, they failed to bring the Black Crown out of the Qing Palace.
Old Man Mo turned to look at the weak-looking Ying Hua, who was now leaning against a large tree trunk. Half of her body was covered by a lush tree, while some parts of her legs were now illuminated by the silver moonlight.