Zhang Fei Xuan followed Wang Qizheng's pointing finger and saw a small cave hidden among the bushes and trees, and behind a large tree outside the cave, a head was quickly retracting, leaving behind a faint afterimage.
Zhang Fei Xuan instantly picked up his folding fan and shouted, "Come out!"
Upon seeing this, Wang Qizheng seemed to think of something, his body crouching low, readying a hunter's stance.
Out in the wilderness, if it's not ghosts or demons, then it's people like them; definitely not normal folk.
This thing... might be a crafty monster!
But following his shout, there was no reaction from behind the tree. Zhang Fei Xuan frowned, snapped open his folding fan, which erupted with a mist of blood around it, while Wang Qizheng's body crouched even lower, with one hand transforming into a sharp beast claw.
