Huang Yulong didn't say anything else. The three of them quickly advanced through the mountains.
But after walking for a few kilometers and passing through a sea of bamboo, Bai Siming suddenly stopped in his tracks and raised his hand.
The two people behind him immediately held their breaths and froze on the spot.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The gentle night wind blew through the green bamboo sea that covered several mountains, making a wave-like sound.
The light in the bamboo forest was dim. Other than the cries of birds and insects, there were no living creatures. It was as quiet as a dead land.
Huang Yulong held the short weapon wrapped in yellow cloth and leaned behind Xiao Shichen. He asked in a low voice, "Is there something here?"