Tread. Tread. Tread.
Under the dark sky, Ling Qingyu led the way, followed by another operator who watched the rear from time to time.
Amidst the woods, contrary to Ling Qingyu's expectations of silence, the noise clattered in her ears. Heck, she never knew the woodlands could be so crazy. Insects chirped, a few unknown animals whined for reasons only they knew, and the wind screeched above and through the thick formation of trees.
The combination of these factors produced a chilling effect, like a beast howling in anger to express its pain. Ling Qingyu shuddered and comforted herself. All the scriptures she knew from the Bible and Buddhism, she quickly recited in her mind. It didn't matter if she believed or not—she merely wanted to drive away her fear.
Miss System was dissatisfied. Why didn't Ling Qingyu talk to her? She was much more powerful, okay?
