"Snapped!"

At this time, the sky was a little darker, the woods looked much gloomier, and the thick and thin clouds in the sky were slowly blowing by the wind.

Occasionally blocking the hazy light, adding a strangeness to this small forest.

When the six-fingered man was about to walk out of the maple forest, he suddenly stopped moving forward.

He heard a human movement that was different from his own.

The sound of footsteps stepping on dry leaves, although very slight and slow, was very clear in this quiet forest.

The originally deserted woods were unusual because of this sound.

The six-fingered man's eyelids twitched slightly, and he lowered a firearm in his right hand.

His eyes fell on a tree in front of him, and then his voice deepened: "Who?"

"Southern people?

A bit unexpected.”

A faint laugh came, and then, Ye Fan slowly turned out from behind the trees: "Could it be that you are Park Dajie's person?"
Chapter completed!