Chirrup.
Chirrup.
It’s a night where the insect cries are unusually vivid.
It seemed like daytime until just a moment ago, but the moon had already risen.
Amidst that, I was climbing the mountain path while facing the moonlight.
The faint scent of grass and the blowing autumn wind should make the mood not too bad.
“Hu….”
My expression while moving my steps wasn’t particularly good.
How could it be good.
‘I’m exhausted to death.’
It feels like I’ve been with a typhoon all day.
I didn’t do much of anything, but due to the situation, I feel like I’m going crazy from fatigue.
The things I planned to do today were a mountain pile, but among them, what I did was only attending the mourning ceremony and eating the white demonic core.
I couldn’t do any of the other planned things.
Because of lack of time? No.
The reason was solely one.
After walking up a bit, the plain I had scouted in advance comes into view.
It’s a place unusually devoid of people because it’s a bit distant from Henan, and the mountain is high and rugged.
After slightly scanning the surroundings, I swung my hand and threw what I was holding.
“Ugh!”
Something falls to the ground with a short scream.
Wooong-!
“Huh?”
I had to let out a hollow laugh seeing the scene that unfolded next.
The guy who was rolling once and falling to the ground surprisingly stopped before touching the ground and was floating in the air.
The guy’s identity is the culprit who has…