After walking for two Shichen, everyone stopped to rest. All the dried food was gone, and they could only roast the hunted prey to eat.
Ah Jiu and Wufu sat together, tearing the chicken leg in their hands while whispering to each other.
"What do you think?" Ah Jiu glanced at the young man sitting on a stone far away. He had also hunted some prey, a rabbit, but obviously lacked experience. While the others were eating, he was still plucking the fur.
Wufu chewed on the chicken leg meat and said, "He acts very convincingly."
"Is it him?"
"Hard to say!" Wufu's mouth curled sideways.
Yang Yibin's words and actions displayed a remarkably convincing demeanor of terror and vigilance, but in her eyes, it was excessive.
From entering the jungle until now, it's been at least a dozen days. Even if something happened, one should get accustomed and calmly adapt, but him, he was still very terrified and wary.
