I try to avoid thinking about the bad things in the past, and I don't even think about what the problem I was having, but despite this, I still can't control the fear in my heart. Driven by this fear, I quickened my pace and wanted to get back to the top of the mountain I knew best.

I don't know what will happen next, but it's safer to be in a familiar place than to be in a completely unfamiliar place.

With this mentality in mind, I went all the way. Soon, the trail beneath my feet became steeper, forcing me to start climbing up with my hands and feet. However, I had barely climbed a few steps when I suddenly felt a little wet in my back.

This strange feeling magnified the fear in my heart countless times, and I stopped and gasped for breath, only to feel my whole body tremble.

It couldn't have been my delusion, and the sun was almost straight on me, and there was no reason why clothes would get wet for no reason. The combination of these two conditions made my nerves more fragile and sensitive, and even made me feel the familiar smell of blood in my nostrils.

I was anxious to know what the liquid was behind me, so I resisted the nausea from the smell of blood, unbuttoned my shirt one by one, then took a deep breath and took off my clothes and brought them to my eyes.

A large patch of bright red blood suddenly appeared in front of my eyes with a faint smell of decay, and I was more and more disgusted by this image, and finally I couldn't help but throw away my shirt and turn my head to retch.

With great difficulty in calming down the feeling of nausea, I immediately got up and continued to climb up the hill like crazy, not daring to make any further stops.

I still remember the blood-mediated formation I encountered not long ago, and I can't help but think of the scene at that time. I was terrified that I would be trapped like that again, because I knew that I would not be able to crack that formation myself.

The great fear forced me to speed up my pace again, and I had almost half the time it took me to travel for several hours. By the time I finally reached the top of the mountain, I was so exhausted that I almost collapsed to the ground.

I wanted to rest here for a while, but reality didn't give me a chance to breathe, and I almost fainted when I saw the epiphany in front of me and the stone I knew all the more.

I have lived with the stone for so many years as if I saw it in front of my eyes.

So I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming, otherwise, how could I see us who have disappeared from here a long time ago?

Confused memories flooded into my mind, prompting my tear ducts to develop again. It was as if I heard the stone tell me the stories that had happened down the hill as usual, and I seemed to hear me laugh at him. It all seemed so peaceful that I couldn't stop crying.

I rubbed my eyes desperately, trying to step forward and touch the stone. It was my biggest dream many years ago when I was a flower, but before I could take another step forward, the strong smell of blood swept over me again. At the same time, all the voices fell silent, and the formation suddenly rose again, and circles of blood-colored lines soon covered the entire ground, surrounding me.

The last time I was able to get out of danger was because Chenbei arrived in time. And what about this time? Am I going to die here like this?