There are traces of trampling on the snow in the grass here...... Calming down, Vicol crouched down and probed the blades of grass with his fingers: the shoe prints were heavy, and they looked like they had been left by an adult male. Because of the shade of the grass, it was only covered with a very shallow layer of falling snow, which means that it did not stay for long.

It's about a quarter of an hour. In terms of time, just before I came here to relax.

The puppy must have asked about the smell before going this way. And it seems that he didn't want the puppy to find out the whereabouts of the owner and cause unnecessary trouble, so he attacked it. But the biggest problem is not the murder weapon - if I were the murderer, I would definitely make up for it to ensure that nothing was lost.

Lifting up slightly, the snow crow focused again, listening to the sounds around him: only the sound of the wind and the blowing of leaves.

There were no footsteps, no scavenging crows...... It's quiet and everything sounds perfectly normal.

But the more this happens, the more abnormal it becomes. The more upset Vicol is. The depths of the dark woods looked more and more dark and dangerous, and Vicor only felt his lips dry: what should I do?

I don't have any torches in my hand, so it's hard for me to spot someone hiding behind a tree or in the grass to sneak up on me.

It's a bit of a hunting feeling...... It's just that this time I was hunted.

Touching the bulging crossbow quiver behind his back, Vicor slowed down and slowly entered the woods.

Shoe prints on the snow are exposed due to the lack of cover from the grass. Under this level of heavy snowfall, the footprints disappear completely in three minutes.

Feeling extremely unreliable, Vicol had to crouch down again to examine the footprints, hoping to find any clues that had been missed.

As it turned out, it was sensible. Because he really found something missing by the appearance of his footprints.

Hmm, the front end of the footprint is so deep in the ground...... Pressing the shoe print with his hand, Vicol brought the snow to his eyes and rubbed it, deep in thought: something was wrong.

Judging by this sign, he was actually running. Moreover, it is very panicked and even unstable. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a second footprint, otherwise I would have been able to tell what kind of movement the person was in at that time based on the degree of depression and the angle of the spacing between the footprints.

That's right, he could even tell that he didn't look back at the time. If you can't do that, you won't be a snow hunter. Unlike foreign hunters, who can track long-term tracks and determine the whereabouts of their prey over a period of days, hunting in this ephemeral permafrost relies heavily on instant judgment.

It was an accident that he was chased into by something...... I thought he had an accident when he went to the depths.

Feeling more and more uncomfortable, Vicol began to think that something had happened to the man. Without further thought, he stood up and cautiously moved towards the forest with his crossbow in hand.

Ten minutes later, he still didn't find anything. However, the snow crow knew that this might be just an illusion, and did not let his guard down at all, always dealing with possible attacks from behind. As he turned back again, the crow nearly tripped over something beneath his feet: it was so stiff to the touch that it seemed to be a large branch.

How could the branches be so abruptly stuck in the snow? Vicor frowned as he looked at the thick branches that were stuck diagonally in the snow. Pulling it out of the snow, the snow crow swept away the snow and took a closer look at the end of it stuck in the snow: it was clear that someone had picked it up from the ground and swung it at the enemy behind it. But the branch was as easily blown away as if it were swinging against a wall, and the impact was strong enough to plunge into the snow.

Holding his breath, Vicol imagined the scene and thought of two possibilities: the man chasing him was either wearing heavy armor or holding a shield. Of course, it could also be some kind of defensive spell of the mage. All in all, I'm afraid it's not a good kind.

There is no wear in the center of the branches...... Therefore, the possibility of attacking the armor can be ruled out. Running his fingers through the slightly bare fibers, Vicol suddenly became excited: it was a bit like the two brothers had been hunting bears with a tracker. They searched the snow for eight days before they found a breakthrough in seemingly unrelated clues.

Hunters tend not to value talent, and all skills can be acquired later in life. However, not everyone can immerse themselves in the thrill and thrill of hunting. Not everyone can stand the long and boring wait before the hunt

But it is precisely because of this contrast that the moment of successful hunting is the most exciting.

Judging by the angle and depth at which it plunged into the snow, and the direction in which the stick head was worn out, he ran straight to this side after his attack failed...... Looking in the direction on his left, Snow Crow concluded that his judgment was absolutely correct: it was good to find this thing, otherwise he didn't know where to find it.

Secretly wondering if the puppy would be okay now, Vicol glanced in the direction he had come: there were no scavenging crows around it, and it was almost impossible to judge that there was no danger to his life. These guys only smell death - and that might be the smell of blood and suppuration.

After walking in this direction for about ten minutes, there will be a small hill bordering the Sacred Wood Forest. There is still a deserted hut on the hillside, which is said to have been once inhabited by a herbalist because of the large number of villagers who witnessed the haunting, so that no one dared to approach it out of panic.

Could it be that the man went into the hut? It felt weird, and Vicol was a little timid: my crossbow can't deal with ghosts.

Let's sort things out first.

The man must have entered the woods by himself, and was not chased by the enemy in the first place. Because if he had been chased in the first place, he would have run into the town - there were guards to help him. In other words, he was ambushed after going to walk his dog, and because his dog was seriously injured, he had to abandon it and flee to the depths of the woods.

And it was in this position that he picked up the branch and tried to fight back. From previous inferences, it was assumed that the enemy was a humanoid and most likely not a Corruptor. Because according to normal thinking, those soul-stirring pupils will tremble when a normal person sees them.

I couldn't even find the footprints of the enemy, so what's the matter? Didn't the man walk through the grass? Feeling that something was wrong, Vicor frowned and pondered: "Surely it could be something?" Can you walk without having to walk on your feet?

Thinking of this, Snow Crow wanted to laugh and didn't care. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he began to panic: this dark environment is the most likely to be haunted...... Although he had never heard of anyone who had actually seen a ghost.