The group set off once again.
But just before they could reach several hundreds of steps, they heard a cry for help. "Wahhh wahhh! Helppp!! Hurry! Anyone! Save me! I'm going to be eaten by wolves! I'll pay whoever saves me a hundred thousand taels."
Everyone was drenched in sweat. Where in the hell had this little boy come from? They didn't know if he was dead or alive, but they knew he was wandering alone in the forest.
Liu Rushuang curiously stepped out of the carriage to take a look. All she could see was a boy climbing halfway up a tree, not too far from them. There were a couple of hundred ferocious wolves beneath the tree who were endlessly throwing themselves at the little boy.
"Ah! Someone, hurry! I'm about to get eaten!" The little boy shrieked again.
Liu Rushuang turned her head to look over at Han Moze. "Ze, I'm going to go save him!" She said.
"It'll be better if I go," replied Han Moze immediately.
