Soon, he made a discovery.
"Is it crying or moaning?"
Listening to the intensely subdued crying from not far away, his expression turned peculiar.
But whether it's crying or moaning, as long as it's a living person, it's easy to handle.
Liu Zheng slowed his pace, his cloven hooves gently treading on the land covered in fallen leaves and branches, making only a faint sound.
After walking about several dozen steps, he saw a woman sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree.
She was dressed in a black and white checked Chanel-style suit, with her hair styled in a side-parted bob, and a necklace of tiny diamonds around her neck, giving her an air of elegance.
However, this "socialite" looked extremely disheveled at the moment, with multiple rips in her clothes and her body covered in dirt, plants, and an unidentified liquid.
She struggled to pull her clothes to cover exposed parts of herself, but it was to no avail.
