"Let's go." Han Wenyue called out to Zhang Lin and they walked along the path.
"This road looks both good and bad, but this wind is really uncomfortable." Zhang Lin took a deep breath and shook her head.
"It's a sinister wind. It must be like this," replied Han Wenyue. She looked up into the mist. Other than the trees on both sides, she couldn't see anything.
The two of them didn't say anything else and quickly walked forward.
After nearly ten minutes' journey, Han Wenyue stopped and looked back. The road was already covered by thick fog. She couldn't even see the original window, but the scenery in front of her was still the same.
"Those who walk on this road are really desperate." Han Wenyue sighed.
"There are no inns along the path of death. Haven't you heard of them?" Zhang Lin s
