The beast's footsteps were clearly audible in the mountain forest, and Zhu Minglang's gaze still involuntarily drifted toward the direction shrouded in nocturnal mist.
The faint cries for help were becoming increasingly blurred, gradually turning into a sobbing sound in Zhu Minglang's ears.
This sound, was it actually very distant, or perhaps not coming from the direction he presumed?
Zhu Minglang harbored some doubts in his heart, yet he still suppressed his emotions, particularly when he saw the unease and tension on Li Xinghua's face.
Not going was the right decision.
Even if there truly had been a mishap, it was beyond their help, after all, their primary mission right now was to deliver these clean drinking water to the people of the Second Village.
If they were delayed here, even more people might die.
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