"They're dead, all dead, Father, nineteen people, all dead!"
At the outskirts of Redwood Ridge, Luo Sheng walked into the cold and desolate cave, sealed the entrance completely, then approached the campfire and spoke to his father, Luo Feng, who had collapsed on the ground, his voice full of panic and fear.
To outsiders, Luo Feng was a spirited man, but now he had lost his left arm, and blood continued to flow from the severed limb, leaving his breath weak to the extreme point.
Hearing Luo Sheng's words, a trace of panic appeared on Luo Feng's weak face, but he still endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't panic, we're not far from the camp, that ghost can't find us, it will leave soon."
Luo Feng could never have imagined that after years of smooth sailing, he would face such a massive upheaval tonight.
A mere hunting trip turned into a nightmare because of encountering a Deceitful Monster.