When Su Heng discovered these people, by the bonfire, the dark silhouettes had also noticed Su Heng's arrival.
They stood up, turning around.
The crimson flames leapt behind them, the shadows flickered, and a thick scent of blood came rushing towards him with the mountain wind.
Stream by stream, like smoke, it enveloped Su Heng within.
Su Heng wasn't afraid and strutted out from the bushes.
His towering figure, standing at three meters and six, was like a giant bear, his mere presence bringing an astonishing sense of oppression.
Even though these folks seemed irrational, they didn't dare to make any sudden moves. Growls kept emerging from their throats. With a rustling sound, more people crawled out from the nearby houses, forming a circle, subtly surrounding Su Heng.
Behind Su Heng, Ke Yulan, not knowing where she had found a torch, wore a look of caution while curiously observing the strange scene before her.
"Have you encountered such a situation before?" Su Heng asked.
