The dead are gone, but the living must continue to live.
With Jiang Cheng's help, Yanran buried the bodies of those elders together. She had lived with them for so many years, they treated her like a granddaughter, asked about her well-being daily, and if it weren't for them raising her, she might not even exist today. Thinking of this, tears streamed down her face.
After sorting out the necessary items, they left the cave. Besides adding to Yanran's sadness, it had no other significance.
Even though she looked back every few steps, the campsite slowly disappeared from Yanran's view.
Jiang Cheng, using his special sensory abilities, began tracking the killer's trail.
The monster's distinctive smell was clear at first, but as time passed, it began to fade, especially after it rained, making it increasingly hard to detect.
Yanran remained silent along the way. Whenever they stopped, she would make arrow after arrow, and Jiang Cheng could see her hatred for that monster.
