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Chapter 194: Wolves Again!

The night was calm, the campfire crackling softly in the heart of the valley before . had built a makeshift stone barrier around the fire using rocks he’d gathered, ensuring no stray embers would be carried off by the wind. Above the flames, a rabbit skewered on a stick turned slowly, its skin sizzling as fat dripped into the fire below. The aroma began to fill the air, rich and inviting.

Of all the prey gifted by the wolves, only the rabbit was taken back to camp. Gu Lang knew for certain that rabbits weren’t here—everything else gave him pause. If the wolf king were to look back now, that particular two-legged creature’s reputation for being a picky eater would be fully confirmed.

As the meat cooked, Gu Lang worked methodically, slicing away charred bits with his before brushing on a layer of seasoning. The sauce seeped into the flesh under the heat, releasing an irresistible fragrance that sent Little Four hopping madly around the fire, yapping at the roasting rabbit like its life depended on it. Its tiny voice grew hoarse from calling out.

Not far north of the campfire, nestled against the base of the mountain, lay seven small ponds scattered through the forest like the stars of the . Near the southeasternmost pond, a lone figure crouched, washing her hands in the cool water. Behind her, leaves rustled faintly, and soft footsteps approached.

tilted her head slightly but didn’t stop what she was doing. Her fingers brushed along the bottom of the pond until they found a smooth stone, which she discreetly clutched in her hand. She tensed, ready for whatever—or whoever—might emerge. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted ’s unnervingly bright glinting in the darkness.

Relaxing just a fraction, Yuan Xiaoxiao let go of the stone. But even now, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with Wang Ping. Beneath her carefully constructed facade, Yuan Xiaoxiao carried herself with a quiet aloofness, a stark contrast to the warmth and innocence she had exuded when they first met. Or maybe that version of herself had been another mask altogether. After so much pretending, she sometimes wondered if she even knew who she really was anymore.

Shaking the water from her hands, Yuan Xiaoxiao stood to leave—but not before Wang Ping tugged gently at her sleeve. Irritated, she turned to see him holding something clutched awkwardly between his small arms. It was a flashlight, disproportionately large against his slight frame. When he saw her glance down, he held it out to her with both paws.

Wang Ping himself was surprised by his actions. Why should he care about some girl who might very well be a poacher? Yet for some unknown reason, just as everyone had happily returned to set up camp and skinned one of the rabbits in anticipation of the meal, Yuan Xiaoxiao had wandered off alone into the woods. Her solitary figure, disappearing among the trees, carried an air of quiet desolation and uncertainty that lingered long after she was out of sight.

Thinking of the dense roots and thick underbrush in these forests, he worried she might trip in the dark or worse. So, rummaging through his backpack, he’d grabbed the flashlight and followed after her.

He chalked it up to his overly kind nature. "," he muttered to himself. That saying always seemed to describe him perfectly.

Yuan Xiaoxiao accepted the flashlight with a look of mild surprise, opening her mouth to thank him. But when she pressed the button, nothing happened. Just like the tablet and every other electronic device Gu Lang had packed, the batteries were dead.

Her expression shifted instantly from gratitude to exasperation. Without a word, she lowered the flashlight, glaring daggers at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping froze, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. This… was definitely awkward.

He reached out and snatched the flashlight back from Yuan Xiaoxiao’s hand. Raising one paw, he gave it a few firm smacks. The dull thwack, thwack echoed in the quiet night, but the flashlight remained stubbornly dark.

“Alright, stop hitting it. It’s just out of battery,” Yuan Xiaoxiao reached out and took the flashlight from Wang Ping before he could pound it into oblivion. Straightening up, she turned to head back toward the camp. But just as she stepped out of his line of sight, a fleeting smile crossed her face—gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

Wang Ping scratched his head and trailed after Yuan Xiaoxiao. But just then, a faint howl—barely audible—drifted down from Wolf Mountain behind them, carried by the wind.

“Are there wolves in these mountains too?” Wang Ping murmured, glancing back. “Could it be the wolves we encountered before?”

The distant sound didn’t raise any alarms for him. Neither Gu Lang nor Yuan Xiaoxiao heard it either, preoccupied as they were with settling in for the night. Soon, the group fell into their usual routine: someone kept watch, others slept, and the world seemed peaceful.

By midnight, the moon hung high above the valley, casting everything in silver light. Yuan Xiaoxiao emerged from her tent to relieve Gu Lang, poking idly at the dying embers of the campfire with a stick. Days of traveling during the day and restless nights had left her exhausted, and she stifled yawn after yawn, fighting to keep her eyes open.

A faint snore drifted over from where two backpacks lay near the fire. Yuan Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. It wasn’t Gu Lang sleeping inside the tent—it was Wang Ping. Since losing the that once shielded him from the elements, Wang Ping had taken to sleeping directly on top of the packs. Not only did it keep him away from Gu Lang, but it also allowed him to guard the remaining food supplies. Of course, now that the food was gone, Wang Ping had simply tucked the last rabbit under his head as a pillow.

This latest display of distrust earned Wang Ping a silent curse from Yuan Xiaoxiao. What a petty little thing, she thought, any lingering goodwill from earlier evaporating completely.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the camp, causing the flames to dip low and scatter sparks. At the same time, the trees to the north swayed, their branches whispering ominously. Amidst the rustling, Yuan Xiaoxiao thought she detected another sound—something heavier than the wind moving through the foliage.

Seconds later, the snapping of twigs and the crunch of footsteps through grass erupted in waves. Yuan Xiaoxiao shot to her feet, staring into the darkened forest. There, glowing eerily in the shadows, were dozens upon dozens of pairs of green eyes.

Her breath hitched. Every hair on her body stood on end.

“Gu… Gu Lang! Get up!” she shouted, her voice trembling. Frantically, she began feeding dry wood into the fire, stoking the flames higher. Grabbing a short branch, she hurled it at Wang Ping, who lay sprawled across the packs, still snoring.

The snoring stopped abruptly. Wang Ping sat up, rubbing his eyes groggily, just in time to hear Yuan Xiaoxiao’s panicked call. His nose twitched, and a sense of danger prickled at the edges of his mind.

Peering past the fire toward the forest, Wang Ping’s sharp vision immediately picked out the shapes lurking within. Dozens of them.

Wolves again!

But these weren’t the pale-furred wolves they had encountered before. No, these wolves were darker—some nearly black.

“Oh no,” Wang Ping groaned inwardly. “Why are there so many?”

At least forty or fifty wild wolves stood poised in the forest. Even him wouldn’t stand a chance against such numbers, especially not with three “burdens” to protect.

“We need to find cover!” Wang Ping thought desperately. “This open space is a death trap!”

Snatching up Little Four, Wang Ping spun around—only to see Yuan Xiaoxiao wake Gu Lang up in the tent.

“What do you want… I just fell asleep…” Gu Lang mumbled groggily, fumbling with his shoes.

Ignoring him, Yuan Xiaoxiao grabbed the paratrooper knife from the side of her pack and slung the pack over her shoulder. Her intentions were clear: they needed to move. Now.

Clearly, Yuan Xiaoxiao shared Wang Ping’s thoughts. With so many wolves, if the fire lost its deterrent effect, staying in this open space would be a death sentence.

After a moment’s consideration, Wang Ping walked over and handed Little Four to her.

Just then, Gu Lang emerged from the tent, muttering as he finished putting on his shoes. But instead of joining them, he started heading straight toward the northern side of the camp.

“I just need to take a quick…”

His words trailed off abruptly as he froze mid-step, rooted to the spot like someone had cast a spell on him. The sight sent a jolt of dread through Wang Ping’s chest.

“Gu Lang, keep it together!” Wang Ping thought to himself anxiously,

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