Lost in the Mountain Forest, Another Village Beyond the Shaded Willows and Bright Flowers

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

"I can't go on!"

"Did we run into a ghost wall? Why can't we get out of this place no matter which way we go?!"

Compared to when they had first entered the mountains, the group was now far more dispirited.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their lips dry and cracked, and even their voices were weak and breathless.

They were martial artists, but even martial artists could not keep circling around inside these mountains without finding a way out.

That grilled fish meal had been the best thing they had eaten in seven days.

It was damned strange.

The birdsong had vanished from these woods. The silence was so eerie that it was nothing like any wilderness or desolate countryside they had encountered before.

On the first day, they had still been full of spirit.

On the second, the dry provisions they had brought could still barely sustain them.

By the third day,

after searching without result, Li Qingmu had already sensed that something was wrong.

He had wanted to lead his junior brothers from the escort agency out of the mountains.

Yet, after wandering in circles,

they followed one path after another.

When they saw the mark on the banyan tree ahead,

the group could no longer hold back.

Even the most carefree among them felt a spine-chilling cold creep up from behind.

"Could there really be a Mountain Lord?"

Hong Guang scratched his head. He had never imagined that this somewhat fantastical commission would end like this.

"Don't lose heart. We martial artists possess hot blood and courage. Those things are most effective against spirits, monsters, demons, and fiends."

Though Li Qingmu spoke steadily, a trace of worry still flashed through his eyes.

He could not guarantee that they