Mirror World, an eerie breath still lingers in the dark night.
Qian Cangyi stood up from the ground, shining the flashlight around. In the fields filled with weeds, at some unknown point in time, a scarecrow appeared.
The scarecrow is about ten meters away from the two people, and counting the cross, its height is about 2.5 meters. It wears a dark yellow straw hat on its head, with a red scarf tied around its neck. The hemp-colored clothes seem to blend with the color of the straw but can still be clearly distinguished, and black gloves hang loosely on the tip, as if the original creator of the scarecrow didn't care.
"What's this?" Little Drilling Wind was about to stand up, but after seeing the scarecrow, he stopped his movements, his face full of shock.
"I remember there was a mark on the Map!" Qian Cangyi took a deep breath and took out the Map, where the scarecrow graphic in the upper corner was very conspicuous.
