What's going on?
"Great Demon"?
Where did a "Great Demon" come from?
Yang Qi stopped, scanned his surroundings, and listened for any sounds.
There was no rustling in the grass, nor the crunch of dry leaves and twigs.
'Where is the Great Demon?'
"What's wrong, Yang Qi?" Zhang Zhi, who had been quiet for most of the journey, asked when he saw Yang Qi stop and look around.
"Nothing," Yang Qi said, resuming his pace.
"Ouch!"
Chen Ze, who was walking ahead, suddenly cried out, "Who hit me?"
"There's no one..." Wang Gu started to reply instinctively, but before he could finish, a hard shell hit him on the head. He froze, looked up into the tree, and exclaimed, "That's a huge squirrel!"
Hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked up at the large tree by the path.
Sure enough, perched on a thick, horizontal branch was a large, chubby squirrel with glossy fur.
