C209 The Ghost of the River Elf in Sanluan

The riverbank of the Sanluan River was desolate, and I couldn't even see a little boy on the way. There were clumps of crimson beads beside my feet, red as blood, spread out like palms, stretching out to an endless line. However, even if the entire area was paved with the three roads, it would still be bustling with noise and excitement. He only felt a deep loneliness.

In this deep loneliness