Tracking

Xing Ye was currently very weak, but as he approached, the ghostly figures no longer attacked him; instead, they flew towards the distance. As he gazed at the flute, his eyes were filled with astonishment because all the ghostly figures in the forest seemed to originate from it.

When the wind blew, the melodious sound of the flute echoed, carrying a hint of sadness. Ghostly figures appeared with the music, starting small and growing larger as they flew into the distance.

"This is too amazing!" Xing Ye felt incredibly astonished; he had never seen such a flute before. "No wonder there are so many ghostly figures. They can be used to block those guys."

As long as there was wind, it seemed that the ghostly figures were inexhaustible. Xing Ye didn't approach the Ghost Flute again. Instead, he took out the map and began comparing the terrain.

Currently, he was in the forest, and if he continued straight ahead, he would be able to leave. The direction he was heading in was correct.