A group of people crowded together in a damp, dark environment, surrounded by silence. It was so quiet that you couldn't see your fingers when you reached out. The atmosphere felt slightly oppressive and heavy, and everyone held their breath, trying not to make any sound.
Cheng Haoyue also had a tense face, his back hunched as his hand reached for the bow and arrow on his back, ready to attack at any moment.
"Goo~"
This bird call sounded closer.
"Goo~"
Even closer.
...
Faintly, the sound of wings flapping was heard, and Cheng Haoyue judged that the bird was no more than 100 meters from their position! The bird kept moving around unpredictably, sometimes high, sometimes low…
A breeze blew by, brushing against his cheek, carrying a cold chill. This chilly breeze caressed his face, slipped down his neck into his clothes, and for a moment, Cheng Haoyue felt his feet trembling with cold.
