Deep in the quiet mountain, the sound of heaven is silent, the forest shadows are clear under the moonlight.
A single star falls on the mountain, only two shadows of people walking along the narrow mountain path.
"I suddenly thought of a lesson I learned in middle school," Zhang Fan suddenly said.
"What?" Qi Delong asked instinctively.
"There was no road in this world, but as more people walked, it became a road." Zhang Fan lamented.
Toad Treasure Mountain has never been developed, rocks scatter, and the mud is difficult to traverse, so where did the road come from?
This place is occasionally visited by mountain climbers, other than that, only the nearby mountain patrol officer comes once or twice a month.
"The road I took last time was much more dangerous than this." Qi Delong said in a deep voice.
"We are now on the back of a toad, and those bumps move."
