In the cornfield, everyone stopped and listened carefully.
"It seems like there's a sound!"
The blond-haired man started the conversation. He actually didn't hear anything; he said this just to cater to Lin Baici, wanting to establish a good relationship.
"I didn't hear anything!"
Huang Cheng grabbed the hem of his jersey and wiped the sweat off his face.
This action revealed his stomach.
Lin Baici glanced at it; for a God Hunter, this Real Madrid fan's physique was somewhat lacking in self-discipline.
"What's your level? Dare to compare hearing with God Lin?"
Old Luo mocked, then smiled at Lin Baici.
Unfortunately, Lin Baici didn't even glance at him.
"Dear nephew, what should we do?"
Wu Shitong didn't hear any strange sounds, just the rustling as the wind blew across the farmland, moving the corn, but he believed Lin Baici's judgment.
Ma Xiaoyun was very nervous, squeezing into the crowd, especially wanting to get close to Lin Baici.
