"Wolves! That's the sound of wolves!" Qiuling looked at Feng Wu and Uncle Qiu in turn, and asked, "Uncle Qiu, what now? Do you think you can kill that wolf?"
"That wolf?" Uncle Qiu gave her a bitter smile. "That's the king of Obsidian Wolves, and when it howls, it won't just be one wolf; in a few minutes, we'll see tens of thousands of Obsidian Wolves charging at us! Granny Zhao, Qiuling, get inside the carriage. We're leaving!"
Granny Zhao was driving the carriage behind them, which contained all those chests. She would never outrun those wolves with such a heavy load!
Both Granny Zhao and Qiuling were well-trained to handle emergency situations like this, and they jumped into Feng Wu's carriage right away.
As soon as they were on board, Uncle Qiu's whip flicked through the air and struck the horses on the back!
The horses sped up right away!
Because of the increase in speed, the ride became bumpier than before.
