Calamity Doesn't Touch Me! Dogs barked loud enough to shake the heavens.
Ground stakes were pulled out one after another.
The hired hands reeled in the long ropes, and the hundred-odd great tents folded shut like umbrellas, revealing brown earth and a mess of cups and plates.
"They're finally leaving!"
The canopy was lush and green, dust dancing in the shafts of light.
Leaning against a tree trunk, Ding Fengmian looked up and breathed out a mouthful of stale air, venting the frustration that had built up over more than ten days.
Half a month.
A full half-month! At first, there had been over a hundred people, several dozen horses, a few old dogs, and scattered Bronze and Silver Medal investigators with experience and special Dharma Gates leading the way.
Gradually.
There were more and more people, stronger and stronger dogs, and an endless procession of carts.
Until five days ago, dozens of spirit-monster hunting hounds, several hundred short-legged horses, and several thousand people had been searching the mountains.
Villagers built roads while diviners cast hexagrams.
A dozen Gold Medal Tiqi led the charge! Every one of them had hawk eyes and dog noses, seeing as clearly as fire. One glance, and they could see everything—whether you had stayed out all night, how many times you had slept with how many women!
Yesterday evening, Ding Fengmian had seen with his own eyes that even the specially bred Haidongqing falcons from Liaodong had been deployed!
One white falcon led over a dozen golden eagles, circling in the sky without landing for ages! His men had nearly been discovered.
Nine deaths for one life, and it was hard enough to find even a single eagle.
The scale of it was simply inconceivable.
Who the fuck could endure this? He had thought Xihe