"Don't be afraid."
Zhang Yuan reached out and stroked Da Hu's head, calming the mountain-guarding dog.
He swung his hand behind his back and removed the bow.
The hunting bow Zhang Yuan carried was not the old one that could only shoot rabbits and pheasants.
This hunting bow was extremely stiff; without several hundred jin of strength, it could not be drawn at all. Paired with specially made Three-Edged Armor-Piercing Arrows, it could handle even tigers and black bears!
Zhang Yuan had specially commissioned it from the Craft Hall of the Raging Whale Gang.
The problem was that, bow in hand, he could not find a target to deal with!
Yet the dense forest ahead gave Zhang Yuan an eerie feeling.
He nocked a feathered arrow and walked toward the woods step by step.
A low "woo woo" growl rumbled from Da Hu's throat, trying to tell his master—there was danger there.
Zhang Yuan stopped outside the forest.
The dense woods before him were dark and still.
Zhang Yuan's gaze was like that of a hawk, sweeping left and right as he searched carefully.
Suddenly, murmured whispers drifted into Zhang Yuan's ears, instantly jolting his keen nerves.
The sound came from the depths of the mountain forest ahead, vague and elusive. It sounded like a songstress chanting, yet also like a mad scholar reciting poetry, carrying an uncertain madness!
One shadow after another silently appeared in Zhang Yuan's sight.
These shadows resembled twisted human bodies. One could barely make out heads, torsos, and limbs, but their true faces were utterly impossible to see.
The shadows drifted back and forth through the forest, then gradually closed in on Zhang Yuan.
Eerie!
Zhang Yuan finally understood what had frightened Da Hu so badly.
Quite a few Fierce Spirits were actually lurking in