Jiang Xiaohui had actually had such a dream.
What exactly was his dream trying to tell us?
We continued searching through this endless space.
I was worried that we would get lost, but Ying Gou said that perhaps we had already gotten lost. After all, in this place, we had no sense of direction at all.
No matter which way we went, we could not reach the end.
The Blood Moon still hung in the sky.
"Fog!" Jiang Xiaohui pointed in one direction.
There was actually fog? Ying Gou and I exchanged a glance. In our eyes, how could fog possibly rise at a time like this?
It was red fog. In an instant, our vision was obscured, and visibility dropped to less than ten meters.
"Xiaohui, don't wander too far!" I said to Jiang Xiaohui. I was not worried about Ying Gou. There was a special connection between us, and he could return to my body at any time.
"Roar!" A deafening sound rang out.
A tiger's roar.
Why had we suddenly heard a tiger?
Weren't there supposed to be no other living creatures?
Still, I was not nervous. I had seen plenty of tigers before. Ying Gou had fought tigers in the past—though it could hardly be called a fight, because tigers were not qualified to fight Ying Gou at all. Once Ying Gou made a move, even the fiercest beast had to lie down.
Besides, Xiaohui was here. Even Jiang Xiaohui could take on two ordinary tigers.
But a tiger should not have appeared in this place at this time. It was probably connected to the fog.
"Let's go take a look." Jiang Xiaohui ran toward the source of the roar as he spoke.
"Wait, slow down!" I called out. The fog had appeared too strangely. I