Guiding the Dead (19)

The temporarily made torch had already gone out.

Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru walked side by side, the former pushing aside a cluster of bushes blocking his path and staring silently at the strange moonlight that had gathered out of nowhere.

The route they took was unusual, nearly deviating from all paths that could be called roads, with every step treading on mud intertwined with tree roots or piled high with dead branches and fallen leaves.

Zhao Ruru's feet bled from stepping on some sharp objects, though she had long since grown accustomed to this level of minor pain. Casually plucking two large leaves to roughly wrap her feet into makeshift shoes, she continued to follow Zhao Yijiu, who had not a shred of chivalry in him.

Amidst the sporadically ringing bells, those tiny bloody footprints led them all the way.

Dense woods surrounded them; the trees were tall and lush, their trunks blocking most of the light from the sky. Therefore, it wasn't until they walked a distance and the trees thinned out that they noticed the change in the moonlight.

It was at this moment that Zhao Yijiu proactively extinguished the torch.

Those bloody footprints also miraculously vanished.

At the end where the footprints disappeared, a stretch of moonlight took over the duty of guiding the way. Along the subsequent path, darkness and bloodstains vanished entirely, leaving only a dreamlike road so pretty it made one's heart race.

They had also received the collective mission shortly after entering the woods.

Learning that Yu Xing's disappearance wasn't without reason, Zhao Yijiu merely muttered, "Fine, I knew he wouldn't do anything stupid," and his tracking pace eased up slightly.

Yet the pace of the two remained far from slow.

Yu Xing should have headed to Yeshui Yizhuang mentioned in the