Zhang Fu sat on the ground and rested for a while before continuing toward Yangzhou City with Chen Feng.
As the sun began to set, they finally spotted a wooden walkway bridge connecting two mountain peaks.
Zhang Fu breathed a sigh of relief when they reached it. He had been careful not to stray too far from Chen Feng along the way, afraid they might run into danger again.
Luckily, the journey had been peaceful, with no further trouble.
"Once we cross this bridge, we'll have covered most of the way. But it's getting late, so we need to hurry. Otherwise, we won't make it to the pavilion halfway up the mountain. Spending the night in the mountains is far too dangerous."
As Zhang Fu spoke, he crossed the bridge. He was about to keep going when he noticed Chen Feng had stopped.
"What's wrong, Young Master Xiaoyao?" Zhang Fu asked nervously, seeing Chen Feng standing there with a suddenly serious expression.
Before Chen Feng could answer, rapid footsteps came from around the bend ahead.
A martial artist, drenched in blood, came rushing toward them. When he spotted Chen Feng and Zhang Fu standing by the bridge, his expression changed. He shouted, "Run! Go back! There's a monster!!!"
Before he could finish, a dark shadow appeared behind him. It quickly coiled around him and yanked him back.
"Ah..." His scream was cut off halfway.
"Young Master Xiaoyao, we have to run!" Seeing the man fall silent for no apparent reason, Zhang Fu was terrified out of his wits. He turned and ran toward the bridge.
"Run? I'm afraid it's too late," Chen Feng said slowly.
Hearing him, Zhang Fu slowly turned around. A giant toad, its wart-covered body heaving as if it were a small hill, was slowly hopping toward