In the mountain forest, between the trees and rocks.
A figure followed behind the convoy, neither near nor far, neither hurried nor slow.
The figure moved in an extremely strange way, neither walking nor crawling.
It seemed to flow through the vegetation, slipping from one tree's shadow into the darkness beneath another patch of shrubs, flickering in and out of sight behind the greenery.
It did not come closer.
Nor did it fall farther behind.
It simply maintained that eerie distance, following them like a shadow.
Yang Yong stared at the figure, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Instinctively, he wanted to send the Red-Clothed Female Ghost over to investigate.
But reason firmly crushed that impulse...
It was daytime, and the sun was blazing.
Having the female ghost manifest would consume far too much. It was not worth it.
And his mindset had completely changed.
Before, when he thought someone had set their sights on the convoy, he had intended to deal with whatever came their way.
Since someone was targeting the Survival Convoy, he would give them a taste of his strength.
Now, after some calculations, Cao Xianming had told him:
That thing behind them was coming for him.
And it was very likely a Sequence Transcendent whose emotions were extremely unstable, perhaps even mentally ill.
Yang Yong clenched his fists, a powerful sense of unfairness churning in his chest.
Why was I always the one who got hurt?
He could not help recalling the three skeletons in that house.
The house's front door had stood wide open.
Someone had died inside.
Someone had also escaped at the last moment.
But outside the house, there had been no signs of anyone disturbing anything.
What did that mean?
It meant