Wang Xiaoshuai had a very bad feeling.
It was a feeling he was all too familiar with. During the seven years he followed his master in the mountains, every time they were targeted by wild beasts, this was the feeling he got.
He quickly scanned the surroundings with his eyes but didn't see anything.
Still, Wang Xiaoshuai did not let his guard down; years of daily martial arts practice had honed his sense of impending danger far beyond that of ordinary people.
For safety's sake, he took a stick from the side and cautiously walked towards the cave.
The moment he entered the cave, a pungent, bloody stench invaded Wang Xiaoshuai's nostrils.
He heard the sound of air being cut.
In that instant, he dodged to the side almost instinctively.
After dodging, he took out the smartphone Li Yifeng had given him and shone it on the spot where he'd just been standing. As soon as he saw what was there, his hair stood on end.