The deeper the mountains and forests are, the more inaccessible the place, the easier it is to come into contact with incredible creatures.
Glimmer Forest is one such place.
It was an extremely remote location that couldn't even be seen on the map. Lush green covers the sky above, with only dappled sunlight scattered; the air is clean and sweet, and lingering in it are the cool breeze and the sweet chirping of cicadas.
People have established small villages in the forests surrounded by green, making a living using crafts passed down from generation to generation, and relying on the land that nourishes them.
They live in harmony with gods and demons in this small piece of pure land. Those who see it, or those who cannot see it, all firmly believe in the existence of gods and demons, and their faith has never been broken.
What the story tells is the ordinary and extraordinary daily life of bamboo horses and bamboo horses in this village.
In order to prevent you from being offended, I think I should mention that in the middle of the article, the style of painting suddenly changes and becomes violent. The author is a psycho, so there are all kinds of uncertainties. When the middle part is over and continues to return to warmth, the ending will inevitably be HE [Place your hands together]
The article will be posted on V this Tuesday (February 23), with three updates on the same day
It will start from Chapter 40. Readers who have read it should be careful not to buy it again.
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