Due to the rain, the path beneath their feet was muddy and uneven. Qingshui Cangjie, running at the front, fell twice but quickly got back up, gritting his teeth and continuing to run. The child ghost was more persistent than he had imagined, clinging to them relentlessly. What frightened him was that even when they reached the foot of the mountain, the child ghost continued the chase.
"Mr. Qingshui, it...it's still behind us!" At this moment, Heize Lin found himself unable to voice his struggles, even though he could clearly outrun Qingshui Cangjie.
Now, Heize Lin had over a dozen scars on his body, not to mention the compass wound on his backside. The rainwater touching his wounds made him shiver from the pain.
The chase didn't let up even as the two entered the mountain. Heize Lin was reaching his limit.
It wasn't just his body that was giving in, but his mind as well. He began to doubt whether this path was the right one.
