The person leading the way was Shi Zhu.
When they arrived at the depths of the small mountain, the forest was dense and the light was dim.
It was clearly daytime, but the stone pillar felt the chill of the night.
This made him inexplicably afraid.
Looking back, the large group of people following him at the foot of the mountain had already disappeared.
It was as if a drop of water had merged into the sea, and it was difficult to find any traces of it.
"Gulp!"
Shi Zhu turned around and swallowed his saliva. He shouted in a dry voice,"
"Lord Mountain God, Lord Mountain God! I'm here to see you. I even brought you a roasted suckling pig."
The stone pillar shouted as he raised the fragrant honey roasted suckling pig in his hand. It looked very tempting.
He had lived for more than 30 years and had never enjoyed such delicacies.
However, the moment he thought about smearing the poison on it, his craving immediately dissipated.
