The moon in the sky was faintly glowing, and now it was dyed with a layer of blood at some point. A dark cloud drifted by, blocking the view of the people. The sky was pitch black, and there was not a single glimmer of starlight.

Gloomy weather, desolate gardens. A gust of wind blew, and the branches of the trees were intricately intertwined, and they were rustled by the wind. Add a bit of gloom to it.

The silent world only has the faint light of the big red lantern in the handmaiden's hand, but it does not make people feel the slightest sense of security, and the light projected is dim and distorted.

When they walked into the garden, everyone faintly heard the cry.

The cry was eerie, and the temperature around it seemed to have dropped quite a bit. But the people did not hear and went on. The closer you get to the forest, the louder your cry becomes. With the wind whining, there was something terrifying about the eerie environment.

The maid in front of her suddenly let out a scream, and then showed everyone the correct way to use a flat fall. Pointing to a bush with a panicked expression, it was obvious that everyone could feel the cry coming from the grass. However, it was evident that the crowd did not want to meddle in any of their affairs, but unexpectedly, the maid suddenly stood up, turned and went into the grove. The speed was so fast that it scared everyone.

Fang Wan's face changed slightly.

Lisha straightened her shirt smoothly, drew a cute smile, and chased after her without hesitation. Han Xiangying looked at Lisha's back, a trace of helplessness, a trace of shock, a hint of amazement, in short, it was very complicated, and finally followed. Han Xiangying left, and Fang Wan naturally followed. In the end, the two of them flashed a trace of shock at first, and chose to chase after them.

The crowd chased after them for a distance and slowly dispersed. Suddenly, the darkness stopped, and his face was embarrassed. He glanced around at the fog around him. It's a formation.

I don't know who actually triggered the formation in this forest. If it's unintentional, that's fine, if it's intentional......

The maid ran awkwardly, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, every time Risha's almost caught up with her, she easily dodged.

The corners of Lisha's mouth hooked up with a smile but not a smile, it was so funny!

Suddenly, the figure in front of her vanished, and it was as if a barrier had appeared in front of her, making it impossible for her to leave.

At some point, a fog erupted around her. Faintly, she seemed to hear a voice calling herself, calling her name again and again.

The voice was hollow and desolate, like a gloomy viper, spitting letters in the dark, ready to entangle itself at any moment. Lisha felt a gaze that had been watching her in the dark, like a shadow.

Normal people should be afraid, and Lisha's delicate cat eyes are full of small stars, shiny, and there is a trace of laziness between her eyebrows.

It's been a long time, and no one has been able to arouse her emotions for a long time. Oh, I think about it, it seems like her good father pushed her into this fire pit. It's such a fun feeling!

Lisha smiled sickly, her smile filled with darkness and endless gloom. Scarlet lips, full of evil spirits, like a charming night elf in the dark.

"Sister maid, you're just like me, aren't you?" Lysa listened intently, and there was no response in the silence of the woods, except for her own echo.

Right?

More and more ethereal echoes, accompanied by a thick mist, in this garden, who knows what will be?

Lisha pursed her lips and smiled, Zhong Lingyu's facial features were as clean as ink paintings, and there was a trace of aura. She was as calm as if she didn't perceive the danger around her, calm as a little girl just playing.

It's too calm, there isn't a hint of mood swings, and that calmness is always more unsettling than a breakdown.

She laughed and shouted into the air again. "Did you bring me here on purpose to give me any gifts?"

Looking at the pure smile on her face, it is hard to imagine that she is essentially a madman. Perhaps the crazier a person is, the more normal they tend to look.

As she spoke, she was like no one, jumping up and down, light and unsuspecting, scurrying around in this square inch, as if she was really like an innocent little girl excitedly looking for a gift that belonged to her.

After walking for a while, Lisha heard the strange voice just now calling her name again, and then, the strange voice grew closer and clearer.

A sticky gaze almost touched her back.

The voice was closer, and it was cooler.

Then, it was as if a pair of hands were covering Risha's eyes from behind.

At that moment, endless darkness appeared in front of Lisha, like another world, a world of pain, despair, darkness.

Lisha looked dazed, and leaned forward a little.

Suddenly, just as she was about to fall, she turned around and slashed through the darkness with a dagger. Then, countless lights shone into the dark world.

Lisha returned to her place, and the surrounding fog seemed to disappear, and in front of her was a row of blood-colored footprints.

Look at the shattered boulder behind you. If I continued to walk forward just now, I guess I would have crashed and died, this is not an interesting way to die.

Lisha glanced casually at the broken stone in half, thought about it seriously, and raised the dagger to make another slash. Then I took another look, and the pieces didn't seem to be very even, so I made up a few more knives one after another.

Eventually, she casually stretched out her foot, and with one foot on the stone, the already sparse stone was completely reduced to ashes.

After admiring her masterpiece, Lisha was in a good mood, and a pair of cute cat's eyes bent into a thin crescent, jumping up and down to the depths of the garden with bloody footprints.

Rustle—

The rustle of leaves around him seemed to prevent the ignorant lamb from stepping into the abyss ahead.

Lisha grinned deeper and deeper as she didn't notice.

Lisha didn't have the slightest fear. After all, for her, this trial is just a game. It's not the first trial she attends, the second trial, almost every trial, she'll go.

How could such an interesting game be without her?

For others, it is a moment of life and death, but for her, it is just an increasingly boring game.

This kind of trial, she can end it if she wants to.

It's just that I didn't expect that this time there seems to be something different.

She still had an innocent smile on her face.

Richa is able to control any of her emotions precisely and perfectly. Therefore, she removes all her negative emotions and has nothing but happiness in her life, whether it is true or not.

As she moved forward, the voices grew louder and louder in all directions. But Lisha only swept around, still very calm.

She smiled innocently and harmlessly, and smiled unworldly, like a beam of extremely brilliant and pure light, illuminating the darkness around her.

The eerie jungle, the blood-colored footprints, this journey that should have been full of fear and confusion, is filled with the breath of youth because of her.

It should have been lost in the dark, don't look back when it's dark, and be forced out of a feeling of a primary school student's spring outing by Lisha.

However, such a little girl who wanders between the light is full of darkness and affection in her bones. After all, who would have thought that she had crawled out of the abyss?

Waiting can be confusing, especially when you don't know where you're going, whether it's death.

I don't know how long it took, but Lisha's eyes shone like thousands of twinkling stars.

This is where the bloody footprints end.

In this clearing in the forest. She found a corpse. The body is perfectly cut, the lines are straight and graceful, and the internal organs are perfectly taken out, without a trace of breakage, and they are placed next to it.

The most prominent should be the two eyeballs in front of her toes, which are still extremely frightened and desperate.

This deep despair makes people look at it, like a piece of their hearts is blocked and they can't breathe.

It is not known how much this unknown person was tortured before he died.

Of course, apart from that, there is nothing to be traced around. An unfinishable crime.

Lisha looked at this desperate death. Laughed, laughed very happily.

It's perfect. Perfect to wonderful.

With a smile in her eyes, she seemed to have found someone like her.