West Desolate Mountain.
The steep mountain slopes were covered by dense forests, layers of lush greenery extending endlessly, with branches and leaves interwoven tightly, forming a natural canopy.
At the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere was somewhat noisy, with more than a dozen hunters, dressed in animal skins and having dark, shiny skin, gathered together in conversation.
"Old Wang, did you go up the mountain yesterday?"
"Go up my ass, in the past few days, five people in our village have died!"
"Do you know the Li's at the east end of the village? He's been hunting for over thirty years and knows the West Desolate Mountain like the back of his hand. He wouldn't trip even with his eyes closed, but ended up getting lost and wandered around the mountain for two days before his stiff body was found..."
"Every night on the mountain, there's a mysterious light flashing, accompanied by eerie howls. It's creepy and unidentifiable..."
