Yang Jian was somewhat curious about the group driving the jeep.
Because their actions were bizarre, and it seemed they knew something about that forest. If they weren't after something specific, who would venture into that old forest in such cold weather, and as a group no less?
Besides that.
The timing was ingenious.
No sooner had he visited that place than others came looking.
The party of four quickly entered the woods.
Leading them was Li Yue, who wore a down jacket with a somber expression. He carried a heavy backpack, its contents unknown. Followed by two men and a woman, all similarly burdened with packs, they resembled hikers or campers.
However, they all looked unwell, their faces drawn and haggard.
But their eyes were peculiar.
They surveyed their surroundings with an odd gaze, unlike that of ordinary people.
"In woods like these... if you died here, nobody would know," a man joked as he stepped inside and saw the gloomy, dense forest.
