"Don't rush, let's go back and gather some information,"
Fang Zhixing quickly made a plan in his mind.
The camp was a gathering place for hunters, who roamed the Restricted Area daily and were well-informed, making them good sources of information.
By evening,
the two men and a dog had safely exited the Restricted Area and returned to the camp.
Soon, it was completely dark.
The hunting teams returned to the camp one after another.
Some were overjoyed with their bountiful gains, all smiles.
Others frowned in disappointment, returning empty-handed.
Fang Zhixing and Liang Buqing split up to seek information separately.
"Heavenly Slaughter Grass, I have heard of it. A few years ago, someone paid a high price for this rare and strange plant, but I don't know where to find it,"
"In the Black Wind Restricted Area, hmm, I haven't heard of anyone finding Heavenly Slaughter Grass there."
