"Of course I do. I've always forbidden my children from coming to this mountain. I'm still a little paranoid and cautious. I'm afraid that what my ancestors said would turn out to be true."
An Xiaoning continued to wait patiently.
Half an hour later, the villager returned with a rooster, which he held with both hands and threw inside the cave right before everyone's eyes. The rooster, which was initially flapping its wings and moving about, died and collapsed onto the ground within just seconds.
Everyone's faces turned as pale as a sheet at the sight of the scene before them.
A sudden shriek sounded from nowhere, and the villagers frantically retreated back a great distance.
An Xiaoning could strongly sense that something was amiss.
She was certain that she did not see any supernatural beings in the cave. Why did that happen?
A hair-raising eeriness filled the air.
The people around An Xiaoning held their breaths in fear.
