Somewhere in the wilderness, footprints were chaotic, varying in depth. Judging by the size, they couldn't have been left by humans.
Scattered around were weapons, fragments of bloodstained clothing, and shoes.
A few figures stood there, stunned, looking at the scene before them. An ominous premonition arose in their hearts.
"What is that?"
Zhao Er saw something and quickly took a few steps forward, bending down to pick up half of a black sneaker.
"It's Third Brother's shoe!"
He sat on the ground, his face drained of color.
In an instant, the eyes of those behind him revealed shock.
Could it be that Zhao San and the others didn't return on time because they encountered misfortune?
Zhao Da walked over and snatched the half shoe from Zhao Er's hand, his body trembled.
He then turned his gaze around and soon found the other half.
The others behind did not dare to make any noise, not even daring to breathe.
