They looked at the mangled cow carcass on the ground, then exchanged glances, all at a loss.
They were still college students, usually getting by through part-time jobs while studying.
If they had really had money in their pockets, they would not have chosen the edge of a primeval forest for a vacation. They would have long since been throwing nightclub parties or heading for beaches by the sea.
Why would they come to such a remote backwater to explore?
But it was indeed their car that had struck Wu Heng's cow. That was a fact, and the five of them were instantly left in a difficult position.
Ash, who had been driving, swallowed and raised his hands as he gestured. "Sir, may I ask how I should address you?"
"Gerald Cohen," Wu Heng replied.
Ash tugged at his jacket zipper as he gestured, speaking in a guilty tone.
"Alright, Mr. Cohen, I know what I'm about to say sounds unbelievable, but I really saw it with my own eyes."
"Do you think it's possible that this cow was already dead before it hit us?"
Before Wu Heng could speak, he hurriedly explained again, "I swear, I swear to God, everything I said is true."
"The moment I turned the corner, I saw the cow carcass rolling its eyes as it charged at me. A long trail of intestines was dragging from its belly. That was why I was so shocked that I froze."
"That scene was terrifying. It definitely wasn't my imagination."
As he spoke, he looked behind the cow, then excitedly pointed at the trail left by the dragged intestines on the gravel road where the carcass had come from. "Sherry, Scott, look over there! That's the proof."
The others looked over and indeed saw the marks.
"Yes,