Originally, Martin thought that if he couldn't afford to provoke, he could at least escape, and everything would be fine as long as he left.
But now it seemed that was not the case at all. The person behind him was dead set on killing him, treating him like prey.
Looking around at the dark forest, Martin's expression involuntarily turned grim: "Damn it, I'm lost."
During his earlier escape, Martin had long lost his sense of direction, and he had no idea where the markers he had left in the forest were.
This effectively plunged Martin into another crisis.
Even if he managed to escape the pursuit of this deranged killer, Martin could still encounter danger at any time in this forest.
"Forget it, let's just shake off this lunatic first," Martin gritted his teeth.
After looking around,
