At first, everyone thought it was just an ordinary car accident.
Like a huge boulder thrown into a deep pool with already surging undercurrents, what arouses is not a splash of water, but a silent and sticky fear that spreads.
Thin and tough roots that are invisible, silently and gently wrap around everyone's ankles, slightly cool, with the smell of thousand-year-old soil.
The mournful cry of the ancient trees came from underground, and no one could escape.
What is the ancient earth spirit that the grandfather mentioned?
