Chapter 41: Letter (1)
The sun shone brightly, and the shadows of the trees swayed.
Eve, whose clothes had been swallowed by the wind, rolled about uncontrollably but remained rooted in place due to the pressure of a stone. It remained motionless.
On the grass, a tiny black centipede slowly crawled out of the soil, moving toward the pile of clothes.
The centipede didn’t directly crawl on top of the clothes. Instead, it circled around, turning back and forth, again and again.
After realizing it couldn’t crawl into the clothes, the centipede grew impatient, turned, and scuttled off in another direction.
Poof!
At that moment, a black hand shot out from the pile of clothes and pressed down on the centipede.
Whoosh.
The black hand withdrew into the pile of clothes, vanishing with the centipede.