"Black Dog, come back!!"
The old hunter shouted.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
The hunting dog barked warily.
But a moment later, the hunting dog seemed to sense some terrifying presence.
Its ears and tail drooped, and it hurried back to its master's side.
The old hunter stroked his hunting dog, sensing a threat in its barking.
He drew the saber at his waist, his gaze sharp.
A group of people appeared before the old hunter.
He saw four or five young people in white, accompanied by three richly dressed old men.
The old hunter frowned slightly.
When the group reached him, one of the old men beckoned.
He motioned for him to come over.
The old hunter looked at one of the old men.
The year before last, he had gone down the mountain with the villagers to pay respects to the City God.
Why did this old man look so much like the City God?
Looking again at the young people in white, he could tell they were certainly not mountain villagers.
The old hunter understood and walked over.
"I am the City God of this place. These people have come from the Capital City.
Many strange things have happened in these mountains lately.
Do you know anything about what is behind them? Tell us the truth."
One of the old men spoke in a low voice.
The old hunter hesitated.
He remembered the Blue Robes Man who had visited his home a few days ago, and the Black Ox who had stopped the avalanche that day.
"I don't..."
Before he could get the word "don't" out.
A young man in white narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke coldly.
"Do not deceive yourself!!"
Thump, thump!
The old hunter felt as though someone had gripped his heart.
The truth spilled out