The cabin was pitch dark, and nothing could be seen clearly.
The leader made a gesture, and several men holding various weapons surrounded them.
Just as a few people gathered near the door, with a "bang," they felt as if night fell, and the door came crashing in?
Before they could react, they were directly slammed to the ground by the door, unable to make a sound, and fainted instantly.
The remaining men were stunned at first, but being hunters by nature, they quickly regained their senses, each drawing their bows and raising their knives, vigilantly eyeing the wooden cabin.
"Come out— or we'll shoot!" Before the words had finished, an arrow shot toward the pitch-black cabin, either deliberately or due to a trembling hand.
Simultaneously, the sharp sound of a bone whistle started echoing in the sky above Yingzi Gully.
In this deep mountain, late at night, the bone whistle pierced through the silence of the long night, echoing throughout the distant mountains.
