"Ah!!"
A miserable scream came from the distance. Shen Qingzhu, Deng Wei, and Li Liang, who had split up to search, all froze for a moment before racing toward Li Jia!
In the dark forest, Li Jia's scream lasted only an instant before quickly falling silent.
"Li Jia! Li Jia! Where are you?!"
A sense of foreboding rose in Shen Qingzhu's heart. He sprinted toward the source of Li Jia's scream and shouted into the surrounding woods. Deng Wei and Li Liang followed close behind, their faces filled with anxiety.
A beam of light pierced the gloomy forest. Through the darkness, a burly figure emerged from the trees and slowly walked toward the three of them.
The man was bare-chested, carrying a huge axe over his right shoulder and holding a bloody severed head in his left hand. He appeared before them with a simple-minded grin.
"Let me see which little brats were screaming?"
When Shen Qingzhu and the others saw the head in his hand, their pupils suddenly contracted. Li Liang collapsed onto the ground, his face deathly pale...
Deng Wei stood there dumbly, staring at the scene with disbelief in his eyes.
Shen Qingzhu's body trembled uncontrollably. He stared fixedly at the grinning man before him, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.
The man glanced at the three of them and burst into laughter.
"Good, good, good! Three more ripe heads. Time to pick them!"
"I'll pick your fucking mother's head!!!!!"
Shen Qingzhu roared and charged forward!
"Something's wrong!"
Lin Qiye, who had been sitting beneath a tree with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He sprang to his feet, his face grave.
Baili Pangpang, beside him, jumped in fright. "What is it?"
"There's someone else in the mountains besides us!"