Chapter 10: Becoming a Tiger's Accomplice, Slaughtering the Village

It was noon.

The early spring sun carried a trace of warmth, dispelling the lingering cold of many days.

Sunlight dappled its way through the dense forest of Shicheng Mountain.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a sense of forbidding silence lingered.

"Creak..."

A faint sound of breaking branches emerged from deep within the forest, followed by the slow appearance of a massive, white-eyed tiger.

Its fur showed a profound yellow, interspersed with black stripes, and its eyes gleamed with a lively sparkle.

Wherever it passed, the wind howled.

"Master, this way."

A ghostly voice resonated beside the white-eyed tiger.

It slightly turned its head, speaking in a human tongue: "How far is it to your village?"

As the tiger finished speaking, a figure quietly appeared behind it.

It was a thin, pallid Ghost.

Clad in a hunter's attire, his empty eyes glowed with an eerie red light.