Two minutes later, after those aggressive wild boars had all passed by underfoot, the group finally climbed down from the trees.
Old Zhao looked in the direction the wild boars had left, still feeling lingering fear: "In the mountains, the most frightening encounter is with these beasts. Once they go berserk, no one can stop them."
Qi Yun dusted off the snow that had smudged on his clothes, looking at the piece of jerky on the ground that had been trampled by the boars. He gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"It's getting late, let's continue on." Old Zhao called out, leading the way ahead.
The three continued forward. The forest was eerily quiet, with only the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow.
This time, they didn't stop, walking until dusk when they finally reached the first cabin on their journey.
This cabin was much more dilapidated than the one Qi Yun and the others had stayed in before. It looked like no one had been here for a long time, with snow piled high around.
