What was that thing that stretches out to grab a man and drag him away? It was silent, but it could not have been a ghost, for none of the bells at her waist rang and the place was obviously very clean.
The two walked in front while a few others followed behind with their teeth clenched. When a slight rustle came, Feng Jiu gazed at the flame and saw a thick black rattan that looked like an arm shuttling through the grass towards them.
She stopped and raised her hand to the back, gesturing to the people behind to stop, then pulled Chen Dao back.
"What happened?" Chen Dao halted his steps and looked at Feng Jiu.
'Senior Brother Chen, look." Feng Jiu motioned, pointing to the rattan coming towards this side.
Chen Dao looked at the direction pointed by Feng Jiu. Once he saw it, he took out his sword with a tense face. "It's an earth-drilling dragon!"
