Trapped in the dark brown forest, Zheng Wuyou could only follow the currents of the thick fog. She could clearly sense that the sheep-like creatures had been keeping their distance from her.
Perhaps they simply moved more slowly than she did.
Even though the smell of blood, mingled with the stench of things scorched by the flames, had stirred them,
or perhaps their bodies had some sort of physical limitation that kept them from catching up, however much they wanted to.
They couldn't reach the delicious meal that was so close at hand.
But even if she walked as carefully as possible, her movements still stirred the fog around her.
Every few steps, Zheng Wuyou would find a tree, lean against it, and shuffle forward in small increments.
Once the fog around her settled, she would continue in the general direction it was flowing.
Without a compass, this was the only way to tell which way to go!!
To estimate the forest's size, Zheng Wuyou silently counted each tree she passed.
After repeating this over and over, she had lost track of how many trees she'd walked past...
She only remembered that not long ago, she'd seemed to count to fifty.
Damn...
Did this forest have no end?
She didn't know how long she'd been walking. The dim surroundings made it impossible to check the countdown in her palm, so she could only stop and steady her breathing, giving her tired feet a chance to rest, too.
The blood running from the wound on her raised right hand had almost dried.
At least those clumps of "sheep" had kept their distance instead of attacking head-on.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to endure a long trek on top of being chased.
Um...
Wait, something's wrong.
Could it be...
that she'd