Chapter 405: Powder Doll

Sensing this anomaly, they felt incredibly terrified. There wasn't a villager in all of Luwu Township who didn't know of this wide road, nor was there anyone who didn't know that this road was so heavily shaded by trees that it was dark even during the bright daylight, let alone at night. And just moments ago, they couldn't even see themselves; how could they now see a donkey cart?

The witch, holding the little boy, stopped in her tracks, unsure whether to proceed or retreat; she feared danger ahead, yet there seemed to be no way back. If it was some powerful deity blocking the path, perhaps paying homage might grant them passage, but to retreat might be taken as an insult, for fear that there was no danger and yet they would offend by retreating.

The dark itself held no danger, but it hid many perils. The five hundred-year-old white fairy hugged the little boy tightly by her side. Suddenly, the boy pointed at the donkey cart and said, "Granny, there's someone crying on the cart."