Wang Yongzhu immediately grasped the sickle beside her, not daring to rise, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Meanwhile, in her mind, she frantically called on the Xiao Tiantian System, "Xiao Tiantian, scan the area. What exactly happened?"
The Xiao Tiantian System played dead and didn't respond.
Wang Yongzhu had a bad premonition.
This place was not safe to stay for long; she had to leave immediately.
Not caring about the madder root and the basket, Wang Yongzhu squatted down, cautiously retreating backward, just moving her feet slightly.
Then she heard a gust of fishy wind from behind, with a hot, bloody breath rushing towards her.
Wang Yongzhu rolled with the momentum, her sickle hand supporting her on the ground, while her left hand already gripped the dagger.
A black silhouette entered her eyes, a fierce beast's head—it was a wolf!
