When Wang Meimei saw the state of their deaths, she burst into tears and started cursing and hitting George, wishing she could kill him.

How could they be so cruel? They were all only nineteen years old, so young, and they died like that.

Although George had been arrested, Ling Moyuan's sense of danger did not disappear; on the contrary, it grew stronger.

He didn't think George could make him feel this way; what else could it be?

...

Ling Moyuan's feeling was correct; shortly after they left, Mo Jing and the others found themselves in danger.

At this moment, Mo Jing and a dozen others stood there motionless, exuding a dangerous aura in the air.

It was quiet, so quiet that you could even hear a classmate swallowing nervously out of fear.

Opposite them stood a dozen or so wolves with eyes that gleamed a greenish light. Their fierce gazes were fixed on the group of people, their gleaming white teeth appearing cold in the moonlight, and the silence was so profound that the wolves could be heard drooling.

Mo Jing understood that wolves were afraid of fire. If it weren't for the two bonfires on their side that temporarily frightened them, they would have pounced on them long ago.

Mo Jing tried desperately to calm herself down, her mind racing.

"What should we do? Are we going to die here today?" a student whispered fearfully.

Another student started to sob out of fear, but was pushed by another student and quickly stopped making noise.

"Listen to me, everyone. Wolves are afraid of fire, so they don't dare to charge at us for now. But a fire will eventually go out if we don't add more firewood, so we have to save ourselves." Mo Jing spoke calmly and softly, but everyone could still hear her clearly. Her indifferent face was flushed red by the campfire.

"How can we save ourselves? We don't have any weapons, and even if we did, we couldn't fight off the wolves." Everyone knows how ferocious wolves are; they're afraid they'll be bitten to death before they even get a chance to fight them.

Mo Jing bit her lip, a cold killing intent flashing in her eyes as she looked at the wolf cubs who were treating them as food. Then she said to everyone, "Don't move. I'll go ahead and get two torches to block these wolves. Then you can slowly climb up the tree one by one, as high as you can."

"Mo Jing, that's too dangerous for you," Shen Jingyuan said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Mo Jing said, and slowly began to move her feet, as if testing the waters, one step at a time.

It was right next to the campfire, just a few steps away. While keeping an eye on the wolves, Mo Jing slowly bent down, picked up the torches on the ground, and took two.

“Alright, now you all take turns slowly climbing the nearest big tree, one after another. Make sure there's no scrambling. Women first, men behind.” Mo Jing’s calm words seemed to possess a magical power, stabilizing everyone’s hearts. In an instant, everyone’s opinion of this notoriously wicked woman changed.

Who says she's a witch? How could someone who, in a moment of crisis, disregards her own safety and tells everyone to climb trees and hide in a safe place be a witch?

There are many trees in the forest, and any one of them is an old tree that is decades or even hundreds of years old.

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Sixth update! Continuing the update!