Half an incense stick later, Shen Yangge skewered two cleaned pieces of game and set them over the fire to roast.
System 615: [...]
Don't ask where its host had gotten the tools. The answer was that it had become his accomplice.
At that moment, the system was filled with regret.
But what was done was done, and regretting it now wouldn't do a damn thing.
Sometimes, when its host and the male lead were on the same wavelength, they truly were a match made in heaven.
Threatening people, for instance.
After filling his stomach and resting for a while, Shen Yangge headed in the direction he thought was right. System 615 wasn't going to guide him no matter what, and even if it did, it would only send him down routes that led away from the male lead.
He had thought about turning System 615's own tricks against it, but the thing had gotten smarter.
It simply said nothing and went straight offline.
Without the system to guide him, Shen Yangge was like a compass without a magnetic field, wandering around the vast forest. He tried to work out his bearings, but his sense of direction was terrible.
Sometimes, he would walk and walk only to end up right where he had started. If supernatural hauntings didn't exist in this world, Shen Yangge would have suspected a ghost was leading him in circles.
While Shen Yangge was wandering aimlessly, he heard hoofbeats. At first, he felt a flicker of joy, but he quickly shook it off and cautiously found somewhere to hide.
"This is the border leading into the Central Plains. Are you certain no one is guarding it?"
"Your Highness, our information is entirely accurate. There will be no mistakes. This stretch of the northbound route