With her nerves stretched to the limit, Su Qingxue did not even notice her backpack growing lighter and lighter; she was terrified that if she stopped for even a moment, she would succumb to the dread of the darkness.
Throughout the entire night, Su Qingxue had no idea how many mountain peaks she had climbed over, nor how many small streams she had waded across.
Yet no matter how many times she fell, she immediately scrambled back up to keep moving. To her immense relief, nothing had attacked her along the way.
Chapter 187