In the silent jungle, a man wearing a duckbill cap walked into the middle of a barren patch of woods and looked around.
"This should be where that aura came from just now..."
He crouched down and carefully searched the surrounding soil for Lin Qiye's tracks, like a seasoned hunter.
His name was Zhuang Qi. In fact, before becoming a believer, he really had been a hunter. He had merely awakened a Forbidden Ruin by accident, then been recruited by the believers and become a fervent supporter of the Evil God era.
Zhuang Qi pressed his entire body against the ground and gently sniffed at something. During the rain, most traces of movement had been washed away, and ordinary people simply could not continue tracking them. But Zhuang Qi had never been ordinary; his tracking abilities were no joke.
Before long, he found the direction Lin Qiye had gone.
"Running deeper into the mountains? Hmph... Naive." Zhuang Qi seemed to have seen through Lin Qiye's plan. He sneered and continued tracking him along that direction.
His movements were extremely nimble. Even in such a pitch-black mountain forest, his speed did not slow in the slightest, while his sharp eyes constantly watched his surroundings.
Suddenly, as though he had discovered something, he came to an abrupt stop.
His gaze fell upon the ground beside a tree. A piece of bark had been stuck into the mud, and the surrounding soil was still fresh. It had likely been planted there only recently, and faint writing could be seen on its surface...
A hint of confusion arose in Zhuang Qi's heart. Driven by curiosity, he quickly walked toward the bark and reached out, wanting to pull it out and see what exactly was written on it...
Click!
Zhuang Qi stepped into the grass