"Who's there, come out now!"
The people from the dark cult issued a stern shout, all six of them looking towards the passage where Chen Yang and his group were.
Fortunately, they had already heard the discussion from up ahead and had concealed themselves behind the rocks; the others looked over but could not see them.
"I'll go have a look."
One person from the dark cult stepped forward and walked towards them.
The thudding footsteps were not fast, but they seemed to press on one's heart, causing a contraction in the chest and nerves to tense up.
Just when Chen Yang thought that a fight was inevitable, Gu De stretched his hand into his bosom and, astonishingly, pulled out a squirrel and let it go.
The squirrel made squeaking noises, running around in a panic until it dashed under the feet of a member of the dark cult and, with a squish, was stepped on and killed.
