A gigantic hole, hundreds of meters deep, stretched across the road.
The road was cut off.
But Gu Qingshan and Lola weren't in a hurry to move on.
In a secluded corner beside the road, Gu Qingshan laid out layers of arrays and cooked a meal. After Lola had eaten, he unfolded a bed and spread out a blanket so she could rest.
"I've told you my secret. Now it's your turn to tell me yours," Lola said.
She was exhausted and sleepy, and was already on the verge of dozing off.
"Secret... I once dreamed that I'd experienced countless battles in my previous life, and then died. When I woke up, I found that I'd returned to the age of eighteen, and everything had begun again," Gu Qingshan said softly.
"That's certainly strange. I bet Xiao Miao would be interested in that," Lola said, her eyelids drooping.
"Yeah, she's a writer," Gu Qingshan said.
He looked at Lola.
She closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.
Gu Qingshan sank into silence.
He'd thought that whichever of the Dead Soul Demon King and that insect survived would surely come after them.
But neither had.
Could they have both been badly wounded?
No.
The Dead Soul Demon King was stronger. It should have defeated the insect.
If it had won, it would surely have come after them.
Because Origin wouldn't let him go.
But now, no one was pursuing them—
Could the insect have won?
The insect...
The first time he'd encountered it, he'd made Black Horse gallop with all its might without hesitation, and only then had they escaped.
In other words, he'd instinctively been trying to get away from it.
—Why?
Was it some kind of instinct?
The more Gu Qingshan thought about it, the more uneasy he became.