The night was as dark as ink, the stars and moon were silent, only the wind and thunder continued, and the surrounding giant trees swayed.
Qing Shan held a long bone spear in his hand and rushed through the forest. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes could not hide the panic.
After turning around a Hill, there was another dangerous place in front of them. In front of them was a large tree with three scratches on it.
ah, ah, ah, ah. Qing Shan suddenly stopped and let out a breath, " it's the third time.
The panic in his eyes became more intense. He looked left and right, then gritted his teeth, picked up the bone spear in his hand, and slashed in the air.
Weng, a fourth mark was drawn on the trunk.
According to the people of Gaoqiao cave's understanding of the mountain forest, there shouldn't have been a case of getting lost. He was very sure that he had gone in a different direction.
However, he would always return here.
