Chen Xiaolan endured the severe pain on her body, tore off a piece of cloth from her clothes, and casually wrapped it around her neck wound.
Fortunately, in this harsh and cold air, the bleeding had already stopped, and the smell of blood did not spread too far, which also wouldn't attract too many wild wolves.
It's just... the direction those wolves are rushing and sharpening their claws seemed to be heading towards the direction where Meng Zifei was.
Indeed, he bled so much, leaving a ground full of fresh shredded meat, and these wolves have the keenest sense of smell, not to mention that it was the flesh and blood of a cultivator.
The wolves that have been roaming the continuous mountains outside Shifang City for years have already acquired some spirituality.
Naturally, they could distinguish between good and bad human blood.
With Meng Zifei as bait, the journey down the mountain would undoubtedly be smooth.
Thinking of this, Chen Xiaolan couldn't feel relieved at all.
