The Tall, Slender Monster

The battle in the woods ended quickly.

Other than He Haiyang, who had fled halfway through, everyone else was dead. Not even their corpses had been left behind.

After discovering that none of the medicinal herbs on the humans had been lost, the Old Ghosts flew into a rage. They tore the humans to pieces, swallowing even the eeriness inside their bodies.

"Wooloo, wooloo—"

The leader of the Little People suddenly looked in a certain direction, fear appearing on his face.

"Wah-lah, woo-loo—"

A string of hurried cries came from his mouth.

Then, the locust-like Little People suddenly retreated like a receding tide, quickly disappearing into the depths of the woods.

The patch of grass fell silent again.

Only the blood covering the ground, along with some broken bones and scraps of flesh, remained to hint at the terrifying events that had occurred.

No one knew how much time passed.

Crack!

The sound of a branch snapping rang out abruptly.

Immediately afterward, a six-meter-tall figure as thin as a bamboo pole walked over.

It stood there for a while, as if sensing something.

Its strange, broad-bean-sized eyes swept over various spots in the woods from time to time. Those were all the directions the Old Ghosts had left in earlier.

After a long while.

It raised its leg again and followed the direction He Haiyang had gone, neither hurried nor slow.

"Damn it, what rotten luck! How did I run into so many Old Ghosts?"

"Did someone raid their nest or something?"

He Haiyang cursed furiously as he ran.

His understanding of Human Head Mountain was clearly far greater than that of the ordinary members. He not only knew that the Old Ghosts liked collecting medicinal herbs, but also that they knew how to use weapons.

But he had