"Ninth master, we've searched everywhere within a one-kilometer radius,"
the young man in black camouflage gear said, pointing to four individuals who were missing arms and legs and clearly looked like criminals. "Apart from these four, we've found nothing."
Lu Changchuan's gaze fell on the empty space in front of him.
Paw prints the size of an adult's palm were layered on top of one another in several rows.
At first glance, it looked like a pack of wolves had lingered there.
Turning his head back, he saw the four men who had passed out; they also seemed to have been mauled by a wild beast.
A shiver ran down Lu Changchuan's spine.
He took out his cell phone again.
The call that had kept showing as unanswered during his journey finally got through.
After that, a familiar voice came through.
"Lu Chuan, what's wrong?"
On the other end of the line, the girl's voice was clear and crisp, "Are you in a bad mood again?"