But it seemed her hopes were dashed.
Whenever Gu Yin was in a bad mood, he liked to eat his fill and then go to sleep. She guessed that the snake was probably hiding from her, fast asleep in some cave right now.
An Jin rubbed her aching temples and withdrew her spiritual power. Her sore shoulders strained as she readjusted the heavy, overflowing basket on her back, preparing to turn and head back to the tribe.
RUSTLE, RUSTLE.
A rustling sound came from the dense jungle. She glanced back warily, only to meet a pair of sinister, glowing green beast eyes.
An Jin was speechless.
'What kind of rotten luck is this?'
The color of these eyes was very similar to Ling Hong's, yet they made her blood run cold and a cold sweat break out on her skin.
It was a wild wolf!
'No, wait. Wolves never appear alone; they hunt in packs.'
