Zhang Xu was still in a daze when Yan Chenghuan suddenly charged at her. With a strange wolf howl, Yan Chenghuan rolled several times on the spot with Zhang Xu in his arms before dodging the huge wolf claw. Through a large rock, Yan Chenghuan covered Zhang Xu's mouth to make a shushing gesture.

Before the two, in the dark forest, were countless green lanterns. In front of the wolf pack, a huge white wolf was baring its teeth and sniffing. This wolf was tiger-like in shape and its body shone with a moon-like glow, clearly not an ordinary wolf.

"This wolf is a demon; this one is probably the alpha." Yan Chenghuan said softly, wiping the blood from her cheek. "I'll drag it away; you go first."

The love charm in Zhang Xu's hand trembled a few times, as if in dissatisfaction.

Ding! Yan Chenghuan's character development is complete, +5 points! Congratulations, host! You're getting closer to perfecting the plot. Keep it up!

At this moment, a sixty-five-year-old who had been pretending to be dead suddenly spoke up.

Zhang Xu really wanted to ask her how there could be any plot developments related to this storyline that wasn't even mentioned in the original work, but the current situation didn't allow her to be distracted.

The alpha wolf seemed to smell the two of them, and it opened its mouth to reveal a row of sharp fangs. The pack of wolves that followed all looked up at the full moon in the sky and howled in unison.

"If we're going to leave, we'll leave together."

Yan Chenghuan looked at the woman before him. She was clearly terrified, her sword trembling, yet her almond-shaped eyes held an unyielding resolve. A warm current seemed to flow through his heart; he couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it gave him a strange sense of comfort.

This possessed soul seemed to have never abandoned him from the very beginning. Despite being weak and timid, it always wanted to take him with it. This unconditional kindness seemed to be something he had never encountered before.

Just as the two were talking, the wolf pack seemed to smell their scent. The alpha wolf twitched its nose, howled again towards the moonlight, and ran towards where the two were hiding.

Yan Chenghuan raised his hand, and light gathered at his fingertips. Zhang Xu saw that his face was pale and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. His hands, which were originally weak, suddenly gained some strength at this moment.

At worst, we can all perish together.

As she was thinking this, the sound of a flute suddenly echoed through the secluded valley.

The advancing wolf pack stopped in its tracks.

The wolves howled, their voices filled with resentment, but amidst the sudden, intense flute music, they stamped their feet and retreated.

Why did the wolf pack retreat?

Under the pale moonlight, only black bloodstains and a mess remained, and the surroundings instantly fell silent.

"The wolves are being controlled by someone, probably the one playing the flute." Yan Chenghuan explored the surrounding area but found nothing.

Who is it?

Zhang Xu wanted to continue asking, but seeing Yan Chenghuan's pale face, she didn't want to ask anymore. Seeing that he could barely stand, Zhang Xu quickly helped him sit down: "Are you injured?"

Yan Chenghuan leaned against a rock, clutching her chest, seemingly struggling to breathe.

Zhang Xu pulled her hand back and saw that it was covered in blood. Zhang Xu didn't care about anything else. She pulled Yan Chenghuan's body over and saw that the clothes behind him were tattered and blood was flowing down the drooping pieces of cloth.

In the middle of the night, in this desolate wilderness, Zhang Xu had no choice but to tear off a corner of her skirt and use it to barely bandage his wound.

Looking at Zhang Xu's helpless state, Yan Chenghuan felt a sense of peace and tranquility, as the worry in her eyes seemed genuine.

"We need to go back to the village first."

"Perhaps Rong Yue is still in the village."