Whitey glanced at her, then walked toward the dark canyon, swishing its tail.
Its enormous body moved with light steps, not making a single sound.
Jiang Si thought for a moment, then said to Lu Zhifeng, "I'm going to follow it and see. If there's danger, fire a shot to call me."
Lu Zhifeng nodded. "Don't worry, I'll definitely watch over everyone."
Jiang Si put on her headlamp and hurried after it.
After running for about ten minutes, Whitey seemed to have vanished into thin air.
She called out anxiously, "Whitey—Whitey—where are you?"
If Whitey left without a word like last time, she didn't know when she would see it again.
Jiang Si called for two minutes before she suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth and froze at the foot of a towering, withered tree.
The blood moon in the sky dyed the thick white mist a ghastly red. In this bizarre environment, Whitey raised its head, its pair of deep, dark eyes glinting with a chilling light.
