Although it was night, Mo Zhaocai was like a nimble hunting dog, moving easily on the rugged mountain road. He was probably afraid that Ethan Lin would get separated from him, so he held Ethan Lin's clothes all the way and kept whispering the direction.
"Sir, the grass is thick here, you'd better be careful!" Mo Zhaocai said, panting.
Ethan Lin was already weak, and after running around with Mo Zhaocai, her breathing became a little rapid. Mo Zhaocai's pace slowed down a little, and he finally had time to speak, saying in a hoarse voice: "Those things don't seem to have followed us."
"It seems not." Mo Zhaocai looked behind him and saw that he could not see those scary eyeballs. He breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "What on earth are those? I thought I was having a nightmare..."
Ethan Lin asked: "Where are we now?"
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