Li Hanchu was a few steps behind, when, unknowingly, a woman appeared.
The woman, dressed in a floral cloth garment, carried a basket in her hand and had a headscarf tied around her head.
Under the hazy moonlight, the woman's face seemed somewhat blurry, and no matter how hard Li Hanchu tried, he could not make it out clearly.
A tingling sensation suddenly took hold of his scalp.
In just that instant, both his front and back were soaked with cold sweat.
He had heard the old people in the village say that when you encounter such filthy things, the more panicked you are, the more dangerous it becomes.
On the contrary, if you face it with a calm mind and manage to stay composed, the situation would be much better.
Taking a deep breath, Li Hanchu forcefully resisted the urge to run away.
"Do you want me to carry you over? Fine, just follow behind me holding onto the frame I'm shouldering!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted coarsely at the woman.