The forest on the back mountain was engulfed by the black night; the gray moonlight was blocked by the canopy, with only a sliver of light filtering through the gaps, offering no illumination at all. Luo Zheng and the others rushed to the explosion site, seeing the devastation on the ground, with withered yellow leaves scattered everywhere. There was a crater blown open in the ground, and a pool of fresh blood. Ghost Hand squatted down, picked up some blood-stained soil, sniffed it, and nodded to Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng pondered understandingly. The surrounding shrubs were dense, the forest thick, unfit for walking. The enemy came from here, clearly hoping to increase their success rate of infiltration. Luckily, traps were set. Ghost Hand checked around with a flashlight, found traces of blood, and signaled to Luo Zheng.
"Let's catch up and take a look." Luo Zheng said in a low voice, signaling Hook to lead the team to follow quietly without making a sound.
