chapter 39 Harvest

The Yanhuo Forest was completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers. And in that unknown darkness, Tsing Yi Laozi and Owen were less than one meter apart. However, the Tsing Yi old man didn't know it, but Owen knew it.

The air became more and more humid. I don't know how much time passed, but just when Owen felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead, there was a soft thump not far away, which was particularly harsh in the dead darkness.

The old man in green...