The Evil Spirit

The wind rose, and the swaying leaves rustled.

Before Yimo could finish celebrating, he was frightened by the pairs of blood-red eyes in the woods.

They were gray wolves, panting heavily, all poised to strike with their ears pricked. They waited for the White Wolf King's command, ready to charge at the two of them and tear them to pieces!

The nearest one was only about twenty meters away!

For Yimo and Zhenling, who had no weapons, it was like being served up on a platter!

And if they tried to run, humans were nowhere near as fast as wolves!

"Run!" Yimo hadn't even reacted yet when Zhenling already had. She grabbed Yimo's hand and dashed a few steps to where the Bicycle was hidden in the nearby bushes. She hauled the mountain bike upright, climbed on, then shouted, "Hold on tight!!!"

"Awoooo-!!!"

At the same time, the Wolf King stood on a rock and let out a long howl. More than a dozen Gray Wolves charged at Yimo and Zhenling all at once!

They were on a downhill slope, after all!

And they were still more than ten meters from the path. In other words, they were on uneven grass!!!

But there was no time to push the bike over to the path first.

Zhenling furrowed her brows. Before Yimo could even grab hold of her, she threw all her strength into the pedals!

Just as the nearest Gray Wolf leaped, about to pounce on Yimo behind her, the mountain bike finally started moving!

"Ah!!!!"

That shout came from Zhenling. She really was using every last bit of strength she had, standing up and pedaling furiously. The ground was uneven, and the bike seemed to bounce as it shook nonstop.

Zhenling swayed from side to side, adjusting the handlebars