After all, he didn't call his mother by her name, did he?
"mother--"
"Where are you, Mother—"
"Mother, can you hear me? Answer me, Mother—"
"Son, I can't see you, Mother, where are you—"
The calls echoed through the mountains and forests.
Yan Xia was currently immersed in the joy of reaping her prey. She was not afraid of the foggy deep mountains, after all, she had a spatial dimension, and could hide in it if she encountered danger.
In the pit she dug not long ago, there lay a fawn and a wild dog. The wild dog had probably died early; the blood was completely dried, and the body still smelled foul.
Negligible.
The fawn's body was still bleeding, indicating that it had only recently fallen into the pit.
It is edible.
It's just a pity about that fur and deer blood.
Deer blood is a highly nutritious food.
Just as she took the fawn out of the cave, she heard several familiar voices.
"Jin Fu?"
Oh no, it really is Jin Fu's voice. How did her eldest son find his way to the mountains?
Yan Xia quickly laid out the straw on the hunting pit, picked up the fawn, and headed towards the direction of the sound.
Jin Fu had been shouting for twenty minutes, and his voice had become hoarse, but apart from the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, it was unusually quiet around him.
Jin Fu became increasingly panicked. No matter how mature he was, he was still just a sixteen-year-old boy. At this moment, he frantically groped around, and because of the low visibility, he almost tripped over a vine and fell flat on his face.
Just as he crouched down to untangle the vines binding his ankles, he heard footsteps ahead.
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