The last ray of light in the sky disappeared.
Zhao Zhan was silently confronting the wolf with green eyes.
As if it felt threatened, the wolf bared its teeth, rubbed its claws on the ground, and then turned back to the forest with a long hiss.
"Zhao Zhan, there's more than one. I've been looking through the door at night recently, and at least a dozen wolves have come down the mountain." Someone in the crowd was whispering. Yang Lizheng heaved a sigh of relief and walked to Zhao Zhan's side. "Now that the wolves are coming down the mountain, I don't know if other animals will come down the mountain as well. If this continues, we won't be able to survive the New Year."
"That wolf must be very hungry. The place where the wolf pack gathered may have been attacked by large beasts. They must have not found food mountains, so they came down the mountain after smelling the human scent."
