บท 197: The Eighth Game: Wilderness Hunting Ground 3

If these three people don't leave, Wen Nannan has no way to leave either. The distance from the tree to the ground was too short; getting down would easily give her away. While she was trying to figure out what to do next, she suddenly heard footsteps again.

Unlike the cautious players, these footsteps were loud and unrestrained, as if the ground itself was shaking slightly. Wen Nannan looked up and saw a hunter wielding a scythe approaching.

She had guessed correctly earlier: the butcher hunters were far from ordinary people. This one was nearly two meters tall, with a burly, muscular build, and a particularly hideous face, with features all scrunched together, exuding an aura of death.

The butcher hunter suddenly looked up. Wen Nannan quickly retracted her head, holding her breath and tensing her entire body, rather than calling him hunters, it was more accurate to call him mutant, she thought.