An Guoming hurried home to get help, while An Ning obediently sat on a bundle, looking up at the stars.
However, she heard the sound of footsteps. 'Six feet?'
An Ning hadn't yet extended her spiritual power when a bark sounded from up ahead. She knew who it was.
Da Huang and his owner.
'No wonder there are six feet.'
Jiang Xia hadn't gone up the mountain today. After returning from the fields and eating dinner that evening, he had nothing better to do, so he decided to head up the mountain to reinforce his wild boar trap.
Just as he came down from the mountain, Da Huang started whining restlessly beside him. In the pitch-black darkness, Jiang Xia patted the dog's head with one hand, his other hand tightening its grip on the machete he carried.
'On a night like this... don't tell me I've run into a ghost?'
