Seeing Dabao, Di Rong was almost certain—he was in that crazy woman's house.
This made him think of yesterday—no, wait, it must have been the day before yesterday.
'The day before yesterday, when I was surrounded by that wolf pack, was the one who saved me that crazy woman's scar-faced man?'
'No wonder he was wearing a conical hat. No wonder his figure looked familiar…'
He couldn't be blamed for not recognizing him. Back then, Guan Shan was not only wearing a conical hat but also a scarf Ji Huan had made for him, leaving only his eyes visible. Besides, Di Rong had fainted from fright the moment Guan Shan loosed his first arrow.
'What happened after that…'
Di Rong thumped his head, trying to remember.
He seemed to remember waking up once during the night in a cave. A fire was burning inside, and lying beside it was a creature that, at first glance, looked remarkably similar to the wolves he had seen that afternoon.
