The direction spirit, which was scowling at Mr. Crow, immediately grinned and nodded eagerly.
Lana handed him a piece of Axel's cloth and said, "Can you lead me to where this person is?"
The direction spirit nodded while looking at Lana like a lovesick fool.
And soon it started to lead. Lana didn't dare to use the teleportation talisman.
As much as they are amazing, in ghost zones, 90% of them malfunction. She didn't dare take the risk.
The towering trees blocked most of the sunlight, creating long shadows between the trunks. Occasionally, a cold breeze would pass by, carrying the scent of moss and wet leaves.
After walking for nearly three hours, she suddenly heard a desperate cry. "Help!"
The voice belonged to a young girl. Without hesitation, Lana rushed toward the sound.
Branches snapped beneath her feet as she moved. When she arrived, her eyes narrowed immediately.
A young girl stood there, trapped in the grasp of an elderly man. The girl's face was pale with fear.
