"Hey, dangerous? Boss, there isn't even an insect's shadow in this place. Where's the danger?" Little Black, having had his fill of food, was indeed somewhat reinvigorated.
"Something is watching us," Jing Shu said.
"What else is there on this mountain besides a few lonely dead trees?" Little Black asked, puzzled.
Dead trees! Yes, the dead trees! Every day, as she looked at the trees on the mountain, there always seemed to be a few dead trees, and their positions and orientations always seemed to stay the same. That made her feel that something was not right! Moreover, these dead trees would even seep red blood.
