Wang Hao listened, his face a picture of shock, and quickly crouched down like Su Zhenping.
He shone his flashlight and discovered a new footprint in a mud pit.
Ever since the Zao City Biological Laboratory had transferred the mountain forest management rights to Wang Hao, apart from Su Zhenping, Wang Hao hadn't allowed anyone else to go up the mountain.
But whose footprint was this?
"Uncle Su, this couldn't possibly be your own footprint, could it?"
"Impossible!"
Su Zhenping answered with certainty.
"My foot is bigger than this one, and I haven't been up the mountain these past few days, this footprint is definitely not mine."
Wang Hao took a careful look at Su Zhenping's foot and the footprint on the ground, and indeed, there was quite a size difference, and he immediately became tense.
If it wasn't Su Zhenping's, then whose could it be? Surely someone hadn't secretly discovered the existence of Blood Ganoderma and Dragon Spring?
