The sunset hung in the western sky, setting a vast expanse of clouds ablaze.
Ye Fan returned to the creek, carrying two roasted chickens and two bottles of Niulan Mountain liquor.
"Master Liu! Master Liu!"
Ye Fan called out twice, but no one answered.
"Strange, where did he go? Did he fall asleep?"
Ye Fan muttered to himself.
At this moment, Mo Yulin's voice entered his mind:
"Something's wrong."
Ye Fan quickly asked:
"What's the matter, teacher?"
Mo Yulin's voice became somber:
"Master Liu's in trouble. You can't see it, let me help you."
A strange Spiritual Power flowed from the ring into Ye Fan's eyes.
Ye Fan saw things that ordinary people couldn't see.
His eyes gradually widened with terror as he dropped the roasted chicken and Niulan Mountain liquor from his hands.
A massive wild chicken neck stood blankly by the creek.
There was a hideous and terrifying hole at its vulnerable seven-inch point.
"Roasted chicken... wine... Ye Fan..."
It murmured.
