113. Shenzhu Village

Dubian Qiansui stood at the brink of the unfathomable abyss of the mountain; she was just one step away from plummeting into it.

Her legs gave out, and she sat down on the ground, her face, blued from the cold, etched with the expression of one who had narrowly escaped death.

Under her hands, there seemed to be something soft.

Dubian Qiansui instinctively picked up the soft object in her hand and, by the light of the moon, saw it clearly.

It was a small ragdoll, covered in random patches, with a mouth made of red thread.

Under the chilling moonlight, the ragdoll's eyes seemed to be staring at her, but this did not make Dubian Qiansui feel the slightest bit eerie; instead, it evoked a heartfelt sense of familiarity.

She had an inkling that it was this ragdoll that had saved her.

At that moment, a calm voice came from behind Dubian Qiansui:

"I told you, she's an amulet."