Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

The road that was supposed to be one road is now, for some reason, split into two roads.

Standard bifurcation.

One to the left and one to the right.

Extremely symmetrical.

The symmetry is even a little weird.

It's like inserting a mirror in the center of the fork, the left and right roads are exactly the same.

Same width, same light.

It's all dark, like a tunnel, extending infinitely.

A long stretch, extending to an unknown place.

She stood in the middle of the intersection, looking left and right.

The few people who went ahead didn't know which way to choose to go, and there were no footsteps left or any signs.

She stood still for a while, then, with some hesitation, slowly, she chose the left side.

No other, just a gut feeling.

If you don't know the way, you can only walk by feeling.

She walked forward cautiously, and the moment she stepped on the road on the left, the intersection behind her disappeared.

There was not a single minute of delay.

The road on the right is gone.

It seemed that everything was just her illusion, just an illusion that her eyes couldn't see clearly.

Another way disappears, and only one way remains.

The broad road is more than enough for her to walk alone.

She turned and looked behind her. The path disappeared and was covered with thorns again.

The dark and hard thorns are like sharp blades.

The dense thorns make people's scalp numb and fearful just looking at them.

He just appeared behind her so blatantly, as if he was staring at her.

It was silent, eerily quiet.

Looking forward, the road stretches infinitely, gloomy and dark.

It was as if she had stepped into the belly of some gigantic monster, and the stench was strong, purely rotting and fermenting.

Even stronger than the smell just now.

It was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe.

She stood still for a while, then wrapped her cloak tightly, and continued to move forward in silence.

Walking towards the unknown road ahead, he quickened his pace and even started to trot.

The trees next to it are grotesque, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

She didn't look sideways, but she wasn't intimidated by the terrifying scene around her.

Just non-stop, onward, onward.

Keep on going.

Behind her, the thorny thorns slowly intertwined and squirmed.

Keep up, one step, one step.

Stay close.

In the dark, in the pitch-black soil overgrown with thorns, as they grew, a few dark yellow solids were vaguely exposed in the soil.

The strong stench in the air seemed to emanate from there.

Dull khaki, with unidentified dark stains.

It's like a corpse that has been buried in the soil for many years and never sees the light of day.

It's cold, just hiding under the roots of the thorn bushes, with a bit of blood from the dead in front of it.

Rotten, smelly.

The fine particles are exposed to the soil, and are quickly swallowed by the soil.

Silently, it is forced to act as the fertilizer here, providing nutrients.

And all of this, the person who is walking in front, knows nothing.

Like an ignorant guinea pig, just walk forward step by step.

into a dangerous abyss.

……

……

……

at the same time.

right.

Another road at the fork in the road.

The two princes and their entourage walked on this road, the initial excitement on their faces gradually disappeared.

The further they walked, the more their expressions changed.

Become heavy, become cautious, even become a little scared.