Wang Jingzhi had just spotted a herb on the slope, but unexpectedly, he fell off the slope while gathering it.
Fearing he might be in trouble, Shen Wenchen and his group hurriedly followed down the slope to look for him, only to encounter the scene before them.
The soil in the mountain hollow had been turned over, revealing the soil beneath the accumulated snow. The dark soil was piled aside, emitting waves of foul smell.
"Brother Shen, there's a hole over there."
Aze was standing in front, and with just one glance he could see what was inside clearly.
Although the pile of soil blocked some of their vision, the holes, averagely half a foot wide, were impossible to ignore.
The rest of the group looked grave, also leaning forward to have a look.
No piece of the land in front of them was flat; it was riddled with marks of animals digging and burrowing.
Shen Wenchen didn't go forward directly, but let the experienced old hunter do so.