In this kind of barren mountain forest, there was nothing but weeds and shrubs. I got snagged and tripped the whole way.
At that moment, I sat beside a rock.
One hundred and eighty minutes. A full three hours.
Sitting there blindly with my eyes covered was truly unbearable.
I figured I could lean against the rock and sleep for a while. I had set an alarm anyway.
But damn it, there were especially many mosquitoes in this old forest.
The moment I sat down, I heard mosquitoes buzzing around my ears, biting me all over.
I could not get to sleep and could only sit there swatting mosquitoes.
If I had known, I would have brought two mosquito coils. Then I would not have been surrounded and bitten by mosquitoes.
I did not know how much time had passed. Just as my whole body was itching from the bites and I was getting increasingly irritated—
I suddenly froze because I sensed that something was wrong.
I realized that the sounds around me were gradually disappearing.
The chirping summer insects, which had been calling nonstop, grew quieter and quieter.
The mosquitoes that had been buzzing around me nonstop also all flew away.
The sudden change instantly put me on guard.
I had heard the older generation talk about their hunting experiences in the mountains when they were young.
They said that the birds, beasts, insects, and fish in these mountains could sense danger in advance.
Often, the quieter it was, the more dangerous it was.
It meant that some fierce beast might be nearby, and one had to stay alert.
Now that my surroundings had suddenly become deathly silent, I had no choice but to be on guard.
Subconsciously, I pricked up my ears and listened to the sounds around