The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

The sky gradually dawned, the earth shrouded in a misty haze, with a sliver of white fish-belly in the eastern horizon. Clouds slowly gathered, a ray of light pierced through the gloom, and it was daylight. The morning air in the forest was exceptionally good, dew drops fell drip by drip from the tree bark into the soil.

Su Qingyue and Fu Chou each got up, the nearby fire pit gradually extinguished as no more firewood was added.

The two ate some dry food, letting the horses graze on the nearby grass. Ghost Forest had no paths, making horseback riding inconvenient, so it was better to walk into the grove.

The forest was filled with weeds, dead branches, and decaying leaves. The deeper they went, the more towering the ancient trees seemed, with the morning sunlight barely penetrating the grove. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet

The mountain wind blew, chilling them to the bone.

It was a peculiar coldness.

Indeed, this truly seemed like a forest that could claim lives at any moment.

A thumb-sized star anise insect appeared on a piece of rotting wood ahead. It resembled a beetle, yet it wasn’t, densely packed, making one’s scalp crawl just looking at it.