Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Legend has it that only a truly sincere and brave prince can pass through this man-eating forest, reach the castle where the princess is, and break the curse of the witch.

  In the past hundred years, countless princes have come here admiringly.

  They all have raging ambitions, wanting to save the princess and become her sweetheart.

   It’s just that a beautiful princess should be blessed and sympathetic from the heavens from beginning to end.

  In order to protect Her Royal Highness and not be bullied by those who want to, a large forest of cannibals grew outside the castle.

  The environment is extremely harsh.

  The ubiquitous miasma, thorns, and even bugs lurking in the depths can be weapons for killing people.

  Take human life invisible, like a gentle knife, silently killed batch after batch of princes with impure intentions.

  During a hundred years, countless people came because of this legend.

   There are noble princes and villains who covet the beauty of the princess.

  They all came because of the legend, wanting to see the beauty of the princess.

  It's a pity that, with bad intentions, they all died in the forest of cannibals.

   Their bright red blood watered the extremely ugly trees, and their flesh became the most delicious fertilizer for the thorns.

  Man-eating forest is like a loyal and steadfast patron saint, protecting the beautiful princess with all his strength.

   Only a kind-hearted and brave prince can pass through this vast man-eating forest and reach the castle.

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  The two princes and their followers don't know how long they have been gone.

  The sky in the bushes is dark, there is no sun, and it will not rise as usual.

   They walked for a long time, and their bodies were completely scratched by thorns.

  The sharp sword has become fragile and dull due to excessive use.

  Every time he slashed, the hilt of the sword hummed and vibrated.

  It seemed that the next second would be unable to support it, and it would break apart and become pieces of scrap iron.

   Here, time stands still and long, and the two princes are exhausted.

  The followers also gritted their teeth and used daggers to cut off the thorns, opening up the way forward for their master.

   Looking around, there are very few people in this group.

  From the large convoy at the beginning, now only the prince and two poor followers are left.

  The clothes of the followers were tattered by thorns, and they were already in a mess.

  His hands are also full of wounds, densely packed with tiny scratches.

   It doesn't look serious, but it hurts extraordinarily.

  It was like thousands of ants gnawing on the wound.

   In contrast, the last person following them was much more comfortable.

  Following the path they finally opened up, walking slowly like a stroll in the forest.

  No hands, no need to do anything.

  Just carry your luggage well and follow behind.

   There are no requirements, too loose.

  Compared to the tall and tall people in front, the people behind were obviously thinner and shorter to the naked eye.

  Slender and soft, you can tell it's a woman at a glance.

  A young woman wearing a linen light gray cloak.

  The cloak was big and thick, and it was draped over her body, completely blocking her figure.

  The drooping cloak hat even covered her face.

  Indistinctly, only the smooth and beautiful long black hair can be seen.

   Walk quietly, without speaking.

  Like a shadow.

  The two exhausted princes, after holding on for a long time, finally, couldn't hold on anymore.

  Sweating profusely, with an earthy complexion, he turned around.

  Facing the mysterious woman who has been following them.