The back mountain.
Chen Xiaolong walked along the narrow path with Xu Xiaoting as dusk gradually fell, and from time to time, they could hear the sounds of wild animals in the distant woods.
"Awoo."
A wolf's howl frightened Xu Xiaoting slightly, and she clung to Chen Xiaolong's arm, her soft chest pressing even closer to him.
"Xiaolong, there couldn't be wolves around here, could there? Wah," she said, sniffling.
Xu Xiaoting vigilantly watched their surroundings, fearful that wolves might suddenly appear.
The deep parts of the back mountain were forested areas teeming with fierce animals, and long ago, there were rumors in the village that many villagers had encountered wild beasts deep in the back mountain and were eaten.
Because of this rumor, for the past few decades, almost no one had ventured into the deep parts of the back mountain, Xiaolong was the only one who had been there recently.
