"—How did this suddenly become about the season?"
Zhou You was just about to ask more when the Old Daoist's voice suddenly grew urgent.
"Shut your mouth. Don't say a word, and don't move. Just stay right here. The situation now... We can only take a gamble and see if it'll leave you alone once it's eaten its fill!"
At that, Zhou You immediately stopped moving.
Before him, only an utterly ordinary scene remained.
Moonlight spilled down from the sky, the wind howled across the wilderness, and the caravan members snored in the background. Everything seemed so commonplace.
But Zhou You's gaze slowly turned cold.
Without his noticing, two of the snores in the caravan had stopped.
Of course, people didn't usually snore continuously while they slept. Sometimes they might roll over or smack their lips, either of which could interrupt the sound. The problem was, these two snores had stopped far too suddenly, and...
They hadn't started again since.
With an almost imperceptible movement, Zhou You turned his head and looked toward where the two men lay.
Everything seemed normal. Nothing appeared to be wrong.
The two whose snores had stopped were simply lying on the ground. No monster was on top of them, and they looked as though they had merely fallen into a deeper sleep.
Except...
Their chests no longer rose and fell.
Suddenly, a strong gust swept by. The clothes the two men wore slipped off as if there were no friction at all. Then their bodies rose and fluttered in the wind, like flags waving in the air.
Without anyone noticing...
All that remained of the two men was their skin.
At the sight, the Old Daoist's voice in Zhou You's ear grew even more anxious.
"Listen, good disciple, don't move. Don't you dare move.