Chapter 404: Night Donkey Cart

The countryside mud road, devoid of any light, was enveloped in darkness, where occasionally, an eastern screech owl would eerily and softly hoot, its coarse, heavy sounds emphasizing the last note, making the night seem desolate and the virtually invisible pathway stretched out endlessly.

Though there was no wind, an air of desolation was palpable, and though it wasn't cold, it made one's hair stand on end.

The witch was no longer just holding the little boy's hand; she had her entire right arm around his shoulders, and with her left hand, which also carried a basket, she covered his shoulders, protecting his entire small body close to her side. She hadn't traveled this night road for a long time, especially given the recent disturbances in the area, she was extremely nervous. Normally, she wouldn't be so concerned, but now she was escorting a child through the night.