Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   "Dear Your Excellency, please help the poor us."

   "We are too tired to exert any more strength."

   "I beg your kindness, so that we can get through this difficult time and pass through this cannibal forest."

   "If you can help us, we will be very grateful, bless you with our lifetime, and thank you."

  They spoke earnestly, probably because they really had no other choice, so they begged her to help.

  Although, they didn't know who she was, where she came from, and what the purpose of coming here was.

   It was only by chance that they met before entering the jungle. She offered to accompany them, and the reward was to help them find the castle smoothly.

  The speech was short and did not show his face.

  It's too mysterious, making people wonder about her identity.

   I don't know whether it is a good person or a bad person.

   Fortunately, they didn't care about one more woman accompanying them, so they agreed.

   Until now, they couldn't hold on anymore, and began to pin their hopes on her.

   After all, she promised them that she would help them find the castle smoothly.

  People can't keep their promises.

  The woman in the cloak who had been walking behind did not speak.

  Quietly, his face was hidden in the dark, invisible, with an indescribable mystery.

   Two embarrassed princes stood in front of her and begged her, but she didn't seem to have any intention of speaking.

   Only gently, slowly, stretched out the hand hidden under the generous cloak.

  Pale and bloodless hands, with slender and clean fingers, so clean that they were almost transparent, as if they were about to disappear.

  The fingertips were indescribably delicate and soft, fixed in mid-air, and waved lightly.

  As if some magic power was being cast, the still air in the jungle seemed to fluctuate for a moment.

  The pitch-black vine leaves swayed, and the dense thorns blocking the front trembled slightly.

  It seems that there is a wind, blowing silently, blowing away the sultry air, bringing a rare coolness.

  The two attendants stopped their movements, while the two princes looked forward expectantly.

  After almost three minutes passed...

   Motionless, no movement.

  As expected, the picture of the thorns breaking through the middle to make way for a path did not appear.

   What it was before, it is what it is now.

  I can only feel the wind.

   But the wind blew for a while, then stagnated.

   No more sound.

   Two followers: "...?"

  Two princes: "...?"

  The man in the cloak: "..."

  The hand that was fixed in mid-air stopped for a while.

   Immediately, as if nothing had happened.

  As if he didn't give up, he gently made a push away.

  Like a fairy casting spells, her movements are mysterious.

   Gently flick...

   Nothing happened.

   Now, there is no wind at all.

  Two attendants stare at her, and two princes stare at her.

   They all seemed to be shocked by her mysterious behavior, and they were counting on her so that they could move on.

   "..."

  Someone who failed to cast a spell was silent for a while.

  The surrounding air was dead silent, and the ugly, dark trees bared their teeth and claws, standing on both sides, like demons, mocking them mercilessly.

   including her.

  Her strength is not counted here, let alone cause any movement.

   Just stagnated here, like a prey trapped here.

  No forward, no backward.

  Behind him are growing thorns, which will recover quickly after being cut off.