The picture looked peaceful and tranquil, but it was really crawling with danger.0

It was because at least a dozen people were eyeing the old man and the ox cart from the shadows.0

Some of the lurkers were hiding in the snow, some had become one with the scenery, and some were simply hiding behind a large rock. Regardless of their hiding spots, they were all eyeing the old man and the ox cart like hungry, bloodthirsty wolves.0

There were two reasons why they hadn’t succumbed to their baser instincts yet. One, they hadn’t figured out their prey’s true strength. They weren’t blind; they too had seen the sleeping people by the roadside and did not want to suffer the same fate. Two, their prey hadn’t entered their ambush spot yet.0

So, they were observing and waiting. They were observing their prey for weaknesses and waiting for...0