Its reaction was so intense, and its behavior so abnormal, that Chen Zhou finally sensed the danger.
He dashed out of the tall, obscured grasses in three strides, picked up the matchlock gun, lit the match, and loaded the primer.
Faced with unknown danger, Chen Zhou's performance was much better than last time. He skillfully completed the entire process and, holding the gunstock, used the long barrel to push aside the grass in front of Lai Fu, focusing intently on gathering information.
The tall grass here was rooted in the mud around the edge of the water pool, growing extremely densely. With a press of the barrel, a large patch fell over, revealing the dark green pond beneath.
The surface of the water, disturbed by the falling grass, briefly rippled before quickly returning to calm.
The dog continued to bark uneasily, as if an invisible enemy were lurking nearby.
