In the dead of night, you would expect some moonlight to fall down, but this was the heart of the deep mountains.
The tree shadows blocked the moonlight directly. Without a lamp, relying solely on the naked eye, you would definitely stumble at every step.
Although there was much less snow around here, the temperature was even colder.
In Yun Ran's mind, somehow she recalled a news story she'd seen before, where people had suffered hypothermia and died in similar places.
The further she walked, the stronger the stench of decay became, and the trees around grew more bizarre.
The atmosphere was building up to this point, and Yun Ran adjusted her clothes, seemingly feeling genuinely cold.
The Little Paperman carried the flashlight while leading the way; the surrounding silence was terrifying, with not a hint of bird chirping or insect buzzing, only the sound of their footsteps.
