Mo Shiche's heart tightened, and he immediately headed in the direction of the sound. He pushed aside the tall grass with a branch and caught sight of the beautiful woman standing on the small hillside.
To be precise, Luo Qiangwei had no choice but to stand there, because the grass around her was densely packed with writhing green snakes!
There was a clear space only where she stood, with Luo Qiangwei clutching the hem of her skirt. It seemed her wrist was cut, blood dyeing her sleeve red.
Hearing the noise, Luo Qiangwei suddenly looked up. At the sight of the man, her eyes nearly welled up. Her pale, stiff face showed her fear and grievance as she called out, "Mo Shiche..."
