On the mountaintop, the ground was littered with wild boars and wolves. Yuanyuan was waiting outside, thinking about the heavy scent of blood. Were there more animals coming?
The excitement had passed, and she felt cold. She stayed inside the space, yet still kept her attention on the outside.
By two in the afternoon, the outside animals still hadn't come for the bodies, but it was getting late, so she decided to pack up.
Slowly descending the mountain, she reached the door, and immediately fury spread across her face. The lock of her house had been smashed open.
Yuanyuan wielded a thick stick in her hand, knowing exactly who was inside.
She rushed in and saw Su Liangliang coming out, swinging the stick at him.
Instinctively dodging backward, Su Liangliang avoided a blow to the head, but the stick hit his shoulder hard.
Yuanyuan had no reservations, and Su Liangliang screamed in pain.
Seeing Su Liangliang, Yuanyuan felt her body surge with both fear and hatred.
