The ghost has arrived.
Wei Yuan sat on Chen Xu's shoulder, curiously looking ahead.
The little mouse shrunk in Chen Xu's sleeve, only slightly peeking out with its eyes, quietly observing the world outside the sleeve cuff.
In front, a small path straight to the foot of the mountain could be seen, and it seemed that the distance to the foot of the mountain was no more than fifty meters.
Oh, they were finally going down the mountain.
But at this moment, Chen Xu stopped, and beside the small mountain path ahead, a mist appeared at some unknown time.
The strangest thing was that amid the mist, an unexpected fork suddenly emerged.
A fork that had never appeared before!
The little mouse was startled, quickly retracting its head further into Chen Xu's sleeve.
Wei Yuan, however, remained calm; it had dared to burrow through Pufeng Mountain at its peak and was not truly afraid of ghosts.
It feared the inexplicable silence from earlier.
