Li Xiaoqiang headed for the back mountain of Gancha Town, plunging headfirst into the jungle. The putrid stench of rotting leaves assaulted him, mingled with the feces of wild animals, a word as mild as 'disgusting' wasn't enough to describe the stench.
The gloomy pines loomed like mushroom clouds, blocking out the sunlight while the incessant chirping of insects filled the air.
After entering the forest, Li Xiaoqiang's whole being tensed up. His eyes narrowed to slits, hawk-like, extra vigilant to his surrounding environment.
In this enchanted wild mountain, Li Xiaoqiang wasn't as carefree as a spore coming and going. A moment's inattention could mean his death.
"Boom!"
A powerful voice erupted as if from the depths of hell, and Li Xiaoqiang's body arched like a starving wolf. He quickly climbed up a large tree.
