Until the late hours of the night, Mo Wangchen and the others did not let the fire die out, but kept it burning vigorously.
During this time, they took turns standing watch while the others went to rest.
"Hmm?"
Mo Wangchen had just lain down not long ago when he suddenly noticed something. With a whoosh, he stood up and gazed into the pitch-black forest.
"What's going on?"
Just as he had finished his sentence, the others, who had also just lain down, hurried over.
"Something is approaching!"
Mo Wangchen frowned, his gaze fixed in the direction of the forest.
Hearing this, Wan Fugui and Fan Chenghao exchanged a glance before Wan Fugui said, "Really? We didn't notice anything."
Rustle rustle!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a sudden noise came from the dark forest. It sounded like someone was moving through it, the sound of bodies rubbing against leaves, and it seemed there were quite a few of them.
