This firewood path is a little long and quiet. There is not a single insect in the firewood.

I don't know if it's because of my delusion that I'm at the back. I always feel that there's something behind me to follow. However, several times I look back, there's nothing left behind.

"Xiaoqi, what's wrong with you? Why do you always look back?" On the fifth day of the lunar new year, he murmured that with my Zhengyang Fu, he could not feel the gloomy breath any more, and he walked a natural way next.

"don't look back on your walk. Didn't your master teach you that?" Thirteen casually said....