At this moment, Golden hair began to get a bit restless. It seemed to have caught a familiar scent, constantly jumping around, making "tweet tweet tweet" sounds, as if it was very anxious.
"Golden hair, don't worry, we'll go find your mother in a bit."
Tang Wanwan had everyone replenish some food and water, and checked their equipment and weapons, as there was a possibility they might encounter others and, if a conflict arose, it would get serious.
"From now on, everyone, try not to speak loudly, keep an eye on your surroundings, and report immediately if you see anyone. Do not act on your own, or you will be dealt with by the lord."
Lord Feng also agreed with Tang Wanwan's words, reiterated them, and everyone nodded. Their faces began to show cautious expressions.
Perhaps it was the sixth sense, but upon reaching this place, Tang Wanwan felt a sense of unease.
The air seemed to carry a scent of blood, indicating that someone had indeed committed a massacre here.
