Thanks to Dingshan Temple, Dingshan Mountain had seen some development.
The mountain had footpaths and a signal tower. Besides coming to burn incense and pray, local residents often hiked here for exercise.
But the developed area was limited; most of it was still impenetrable wild forest.
Shen Xin led the way. Judging from their route, Wang Yuansheng was trying to head down the mountain, but some paths were impassable, forcing him to turn back and find detours.
The general direction was still downward, however. He was probably hoping to escape down the mountain from a different spot.
But Dou Dou's sense of smell was reliable.
Her previous thirty-kilometer "husband-chasing" escapade was more than enough to prove her astonishing tracking skills.
So they hadn't lost his trail.
The sky was growing dark. With the thick canopy overhead, the woods were pitch-black. Flashlights were on, and Sun Zhao repeatedly warned everyone to be careful.
