The mountains and forests are silent, and the dark clouds dim the sun.
Looking around, her eyes passed over the old and gnarled branches of the towering tree behind her. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, his eyes quickly followed the branches and stopped at the place where the weathered hillock extended to the ground.
A monument was erected there. Even if there was enough sunlight, no one would be able to see clearly the words or patterns on the monument at this time. Gu Man was more willing to believe that it was just a boundary monument. The roots that broke through the soil snaked across its other side exposed to the soil, extending vertically along the body of the monument toward the ground. From time to time, two bubbles popped up in the rotten mud covered with leaves and pine needles, as if some wild beast was dormant underneath, waiting for an opportunity to move.
The distant and long cold wind is like the breath of a beast, filled with the smell of moisture and fishy smell. They scrape from the depths of the shadows. It was like a cold reptile crawling into Gu Man's neck and sliding across her cold back.