"Creak, creak." The morning wind whistled through the gaps in the door, and it was still dim outside the window.
Lin Manshan slowly opened his eyes, glanced outside, stood up, opened the door, and headed into the cold wind.
He swiftly circled around to the Back Mountain. When he failed to sense Tang San's soul, he secretly sighed in relief and looked toward the east. The horizon was still dark, and the morning sun had yet to show itself, but judging by how clear the surrounding scenery was, it should be soon. Without further hesitation, Lin Manshan lightly pushed off with his toes and quickly circled around to the opposite side of Tang San's path up the mountain, stopping two hundred meters from the summit.
After concealing himself, he closed his eyes and pretended to nap as he waited.
Meanwhile, inside the small earthen house.
Tang San slowly woke up.
He glanced out the window, and his eyes immediately widened slightly. "Oh no, I nearly overslept."
As the thought crossed his mind, he hurriedly threw off the covers to get up. "Puff!" The blanket flew into the wall as though ravaged by a gale. "Bang!" His feet hit the ground with a loud thud.
"???"
Tang San subconsciously lowered his head. A pair of shallow footprints had been stamped into the smooth, hardened dirt floor beneath his feet.
He frowned but did not think much of it. Catching sight of Xiao Wu's bedroom out of the corner of his eye, he grabbed his clothes and tiptoed out of the house to wash up.
He had just picked up the brush from the rack when, before he could even exert any force, the wooden handle snapped in his grip with a crack.
"Hm?" The successive abnormalities made Tang San realize that