Woof~
It indicated it was ready, lowering its proudly raised tail almost to the ground, lowering its head, slightly parting its mouth, circling the low trees to confirm the direction, and led Chen Zhou into the depths of the forest.
Anticipating a possible encounter, Chen Zhou tightly gripped the dagger in his hand, while his other hand held the revolver firmly.
Actually, he was reluctant to waste the precious bullets of the revolver, using it only as a last resort.
If he were really forced into a dangerous situation by the Indigenous, he would still shoot decisively.
...
It had been nearly five hours since the Indigenous fled into the forest, with trees and vegetation everywhere, a sea of green with various birds, beasts, and reptiles—a daunting task to find a single small human in this ocean of life.
Even if Lai Fu used 120% of his seriousness, he would still find the wrong direction.
