The wind rose from the southeast, blowing towards that deserted mountain and forest.
The bonfire on the ground burned vigorously, and Zhao Jianfeng occasionally added some sticks to it.
The fire burned even more fiercely, the crackling sound particularly clear in the quiet mountain forest.
Unexpected events always appear inadvertently. A shadow skimmed over the treetops, landed lightly, and stood about four or five meters in front of the two.
Zhao Jianfeng and Zhao Yikun stood up abruptly, looking at the newcomer.
"Who are you?" Zhao Yikun immediately asked.
Yang Fan turned around: "We've met before, is your memory so poor?"
"It's you!" Zhao Jianfeng raised his voice, which was filled with shock.
Yang Fan's sudden appearance made Jin Shengen and the five Living Dead disappear, which seemed to have only one explanation.
The two looked at each other, both agreeing with this tacit judgment.
Something happened to Jin Shengen and those five Living Dead.
