The setting sun bled like fresh wounds across the forest, dyeing the trees an eerie, ominous crimson.
Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye advanced cautiously, every step feeling as though they were treading on the edge of a blade. The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, heavy with a suffocating silence broken only by the rustle of wind through leaves—like a ghostly whisper constantly plucking at their taut nerves.
"This atmosphere is a bit creepy..." Jiang Ye muttered under his breath, rubbing his arms. "More nerve-wracking than my mom checking my phone."
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