Mason Xuan and the Mirror of Mystique Chapter 67

The sky outside had unknowingly turned into a deep blue-black color. It was rare that there was no wind at night. The vast tracts of wild forest in the entire mountain valley stood quietly, without even the slightest sound of leaves rubbing against each other. It seemed particularly quiet.

The black bird that was suspected to be raised by Mason Xuan flew out of the house after nightfall and found its nest somewhere in the forest. It would occasionally chirp once or twice, lazily and for a long time.

It's just that the cry doesn't sound like an ordinary bird, it sounds like a human sigh. It sounds particularly spooky late at night, with a somewhat haunted mood, so it's no wonder that such rumors spread.

The sighs were folded back and forth several times by the mountain col, overlapping with each other.

The mist that Xavier Xue had swept away during the day reappeared at night, dispersing bit by bit from the depths of the mountain col. It seemed slow, but in fact it didn't take long to fill the entire col.